After his Divine Sense swept over the Myriad Forms Sect disciple and confirmed that he was dead, Bai Yi's Sword Light flashed across the man's wrist, lifting the Storage Ring into his palm.
He tucked the Storage Ring into his robes, then turned and walked toward Huang Dao, whose expression had gone somewhat vacant.
"He's dead just like that..."
Huang Dao stared at the Myriad Forms Sect disciple lying in a pool of blood, then instinctively looked at Bai Yi, who seemed as unruffled as if he had casually slaughtered a piglet.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard.
The Myriad Forms Sect disciple had been a genius by any measure, whether in his fundamental cultivation method or his protective Daoist Arts. He was also a genius who had entered the Myriad Forms Sect's inner sect at the Qi Refining stage.
Yet it had taken not even ten breaths-just around five-for a few sword strikes to break through all his defenses, and one sword to take his head.
Huang Dao feared he could last no more than three breaths against him.
"So this is what a prodigy from one of the Four Academies is like..."
At the thought, Huang Dao's expression changed, and he hurriedly said, "The Pill Academy, that genius from Qinghui Daoist Academy, and the people from the other Daoist Academies and the Ten Palaces are still trapped in their encirclement."
"I already know."
Bai Yi nodded and placed a hand on Huang Dao's shoulder. The Minor Five Elements Art circulated through his body.
An ocean-like manifestation of Spiritual Power faintly appeared.
With Bai Yi's help, Huang Dao felt an incredibly sharp, rich, and surging Spiritual Power instantly pour into his Meridians.
The Spiritual Power precisely avoided his injured Meridians. Like countless sharp swords sweeping everything away, it