Long Xiaoyao, You Seem to Be Happy Too Soon

A pitch-black mark appeared upon the space that had originally been formless and intangible.

It was a dark ravine that struck straight at the soul, carrying an intense palpitation that made one's scalp tingle even from a distant glance.

This was the blade technique Qian Chaoguang had comprehended on the brink of death—Nether.

The black Blade Light swept through that enormous blood-red body without the slightest obstruction, then dissipated between heaven and earth.

Ye Xishui's previously frenzied cold smile froze on her face along with it.

Qian Chaoguang's gaze was indifferent, and he sighed inwardly.

He had originally been wondering if he could lure the Demon Empress out.

Now it seemed that during the Peerless Tang Sect era, the Demon Empress indeed had not yet begun working with the Holy Spirit Cult.

Otherwise, there was no reason for him to have practically handed her an opening while baiting her, with the surrounding army showing no vigilance whatsoever, and for the other party still not to appear.

If he wanted to hook this big fish as an experience pack, he would most likely still have to enter the deep sea.

Since the casual cast of his line had failed to bring in a big catch, he would leave it for another opportunity.

Wiping out the vast majority of the Holy Spirit Cult's strength today still could not be considered coming home empty-handed.

At some unknown point, the evil Soul Masters of the Holy Spirit Cult had already been slaughtered to the last.

Warm sunlight also pierced through the vast swaths of dark clouds, shining directly onto Ye Xishui's exquisite blood-red face.

There was no earth-shattering sound, no heaven-and-earth overturning display.

This Blade Light, condensed from all of Qian Chaoguang's understanding of death, had already extinguished every trace of vitality within Ye