The night was deep.
Blood Baleful Intent surged. Wei Yan held his Dharma Sword, his eyes filled with shock. After returning from his wanderings, he had heard that Xu Xuan had mastered sword intent and had been somewhat prepared. Yet witnessing it himself today still astonished him.
Deep-black blood slowly flowed backward out of [Blood Drinker], radiating potent demonic energy as it seeped into Wei Yan's Dharma Body. His face, with its thick brows and deep-set eyes, gradually twisted. Only his gaze remained resolute.
The sword stored the blood essence of those it slew and could feed it back to its master. Yet the process was excruciating, like having his organs laid bare and doused with molten iron. As the blood essence poured in, his Dharma Body gradually recovered, and his aura returned to normal.
"Senior."
Wei Yan looked toward Xu Xuan, his gaze heavy. Zuo Hemo's loss of spirit after their sword contest, and even Qi Yan's crippling, had all happened after the two men fell into the Great Void.
He had examined his master's injuries back then and found traces of Thunderbolt sword qi lingering on them. He had his suspicions, yet felt that Xu Xuan was not that sort of man. His feelings were tangled now.
"Go."
Xu Xuan sighed softly and swept his Dharma Sword aside, without looking at Wei Yan again. If he truly reckoned the matter out, Zuo Hemo's death did have something to do with him. Besides eliminating a future threat, a measure of guilt had also prompted him to draw his sword this time.
Wei Yan fell silent for a moment, murmured his thanks, then flew off into the distance. Only a thread of killing intent remained, slowly settling.
Wu Heyong watched silently ahead, his brows slightly furrowed and his gaze cold.