For he had personally chosen Jin Hezhi's cultivation grounds, and the formations and mechanisms outside could not stop him.
So after landing, he headed straight into the small building where Jin Hezhi was recovering.
But once he entered, the sight inside left him rooted to the spot in shock.
Inside the small building, which was suffused with evil qi, Jin Hezhi stood with blood-red eyes, killing intent swirling around him.
Beside him, several Qingxuan disciples lay sprawled in disarray. Their faces were twisted in agony, without a trace of color, and they had long since died.
Clearly, Jin Hezhi was using some demonic cultivation technique to drain the essence qi from these female disciples.
"Jin Hezhi!"
Jin Yue roared furiously.
"Old man, even if I am your son, you could at least knock before coming in, couldn't you?"
Jin Hezhi kicked away the female disciple beneath him, who had already stopped breathing, then looked at Jin Yue with an indifferent expression.
His aura had now recovered completely, with no sign that he had ever been gravely wounded.
"Do you know what you're doing?!"
Jin Yue demanded angrily.
"I know. Of course I know."
As Jin Hezhi put on his clothes, he curled his lips into a smile at Jin Yue.
"It's only falling into demonhood, isn't it? I saw it when I was ten."
He added this with a look of utter indifference.
"You bastard!"
Jin Yue trembled all over with rage.
As he spoke, the flying sword behind him shot out with a metallic ring, its edge pointing straight at Jin Hezhi.
"What?"
"Going to put righteousness before family for Qingxuan?"
"Just like you did to Mother back then?"
Having dressed, Jin Hezhi sneered as he walked straight up to the flying sword, positioned its edge against his throat,