Xu Zimo wiped the blood from his hand, feeling that staining himself with the blood of such ants was an insult.
An insult to him.
Yet with only a casual sweep of his arm, the black-robed figure's weapon and head had already parted ways.
The remaining black-robed figures all looked grim.
They knew they had kicked an iron plate this time.
But recalling the backing behind them, the black-robed figures gathered their courage.
Still, they were not fools. None of them stepped forward to threaten Xu Zimo with their status.
One of them stepped out and said respectfully, "It was our fault to disturb you this time, Senior.
We apologize to you here.
Now that this man is dead, could you allow us to leave and let bygones be bygones?"
The black-robed figure made it sound so light. He would not pursue Xu Zimo, and he hoped Xu Zimo would spare them as well.
After all, the Nightmare Abyss behind them was not merely powerful; many of its people were extraordinarily difficult to kill.
There were even rumors that the Abyss Lord of the Nightmare Abyss possessed an immortal body.
Precisely because they could not die—or rather, were extremely difficult to kill—many forces found them a terrible headache.
Originally, the Nightmare Abyss had not been tolerated by the world, for their temperaments were cruel and violent, and their cultivation methods defied the Heavenly Dao.
But in the end, their overwhelming strength had forced everyone to accept them.
The Eastern Continent had an Eastern Alliance, specifically formed to oppose the other continents.
Within the Eastern Alliance, the Nightmare Abyss held no small status.
"No, no, no. I said just now that we would play something interesting," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"I ask, and you answer. For every second you