"That Ghost Constable with the malformed soul," Xuanyuan said, his voice cold as ice, without sparing him so much as a sidelong glance. "Even killing him would be too much trouble. Let him remain trapped on Xuanyuan Mountain for all eternity."
He paused, a cruel smile flickering in his eye. "I hope he maintains his loyalty to my elder brother throughout the countless millennia to come-then his 'loyalty' will be the best punishment I can give him."
"But you must die." Xuanyuan's gaze returned to Cui Jiuyang, his murderous intent laid bare. "Though I don't know the precise origins of that cultivation method of yours, I can sense something extraordinary about it.
"If you live, there's no guarantee you won't cause me trouble on Xuanyuan Mountain again someday.
"Now that my Delusion Realm of Life and Death is complete, I must devote myself to contending with my brother for control over the order of the mortal world. I don't want to waste any more attention on people like you."
As he spoke, Xuanyuan willed it.
A gust of astral wind at the summit abruptly condensed into a transparent Wind Blade, shooting straight at Cui Jiuyang's neck with an air-rending shriek!
Facing a god of heaven and earth like Xuanyuan, Cui Jiuyang had exhausted all his spiritual power and lacked even the strength to lift a hand. He could only watch the Wind Blade approach as the shadow of death instantly engulfed him.
When an innate god like Xuanyuan struck with murderous intent, the victim's soul would inevitably be utterly destroyed. There was no other possibility.
Yet a furious, anguished roar suddenly rang out, making Xuanyuan instinctively stay his hand. The Wind Blade abruptly dispersed three inches from Cui Jiuyang's neck.
The cry had come from He Feixu, imprisoned in the