At night, the once-bustling Qingyang Town had become a hell on earth. Blood and fire filled every corner of its streets. A black-haired youth walked through them with a calm expression, and wherever he passed, another corpse fell. No matter how well the people here hid, Xiao Yan could easily ferret them out, then sever their heads with his cold longsword.
Xiao Yan was clearly an old hand at this sort of thing. Never mind that everyone before him had been created by an illusion-even if they had been real people, he would not have hesitated in the slightest as long as it brought him to his goal. He had always been someone who would use any means to achieve his ends. What was a mere town? In his previous life, he had washed half the Central Plains in blood.
With the strength of a One-Star Dou Zhe that Xiao Yan possessed inside the illusion, slaughtering all of Qingyang Town should actually have been rather difficult. After all, there were quite a few so-called Tianyuan Realm experts here, and they were considerably stronger than a Dou Zhe. Yet Xiao Yan knew perfectly well that he had one enormous advantage in this illusion: he could not die.
He knew that everything within the illusion was false, so no matter how severe his injuries became, he would never truly die, because none of this existed in the first place. The others within the illusion were different, however. They were illusions reflected from Qingtan's heart. To Qingtan, "people die when they are killed" was common sense, so everyone else within the illusion had to obey that common sense. Otherwise, the scene would descend into a collapse of logic.
Moreover, after he actually began fighting, Xiao Yan discovered something else: his soul force. Naturally,