Who was he? He was one of the most powerful Fallen Ones! How dare this man kill him? How could he have the nerve to kill him?
Yi Chen smiled and gave him a hard kick. "You scare me when you look at me like that. You'll make me blush, you know. I'm an innocent young man, after all... Hmm, where are your bodies? Why couldn't I find them?"
All around him was silent. Yi Chen shrugged and muttered, "Forget it. I wasn't planning to take the bodies back for research anyway. Hmm, a body that big must be worth a fortune."
With a buzz, a dense concentration of electromagnetism appeared above Yi Chen's head. Countless fist-sized balls of lightning slammed into the High-Rank Fallen One.
The muffled rumble carried dozens of kilometers. The High-Rank Fallen One was blasted into a heap of black ash, and the remnants drifting in the wind slowly merged into a cloud of black smoke that rose into the air.
Yi Chen stood alone, silently watching the black smoke vanish into the air. After pondering for a long time, he said, "Looks like I should change my appearance."
Yi Chen sighed softly. Just now, he had sensed subtle changes deep within his body. That sensation of surging power told him he had advanced. Though it was only a minor improvement, it was significant enough for a cultivator.
Had the cultivators not suffered such devastating losses in that catastrophe, many more experts would probably have emerged long ago.
A thread of profoundly dark power slowly seeped from the High-Rank Fallen One's remains, then condensed into a pitch-black bead that floated beside Yi Chen.
Yi Chen stared blankly at the bead. "Why does this thing look like a jewel?"
Then Yi Chen's ears twitched. He heard heavy