Where Was His Limit?

Su Mingyue had not originally deserved death.

Ye Li's initial plan had not included killing her either.

But she had insisted on jumping out at this moment to take sides.

Then she could not blame him.

"..."

Ye Li let out a soft breath, and the torrent of Magic Power within him gradually settled.

He did not feel much guilt.

After all, according to the memory scenes he had obtained after killing Gu Baihong, Su Mingyue was no good person either.

She was an alternative Great Scholar who enjoyed using younger generations as experimental material, disregarding whether they lived or died as she tested all manner of possibilities.

Otherwise, with her mid-stage seventh level Cosmic Birth Realm cultivation, how could Gu Baihong have been her only disciple? And how could the other Great Scholars have never questioned her?

The other Great Scholars had most likely only wanted Su Mingyue to restrain herself a little.

At least try to ruin only one person at a time.

Before absolute value in strength, even the academy's Great Scholars who prided themselves on being pure and upright would choose to keep selectively silent.

But unfortunately for her, there had never been anything that could make Ye Li hold his tongue.

If he believed someone deserved to die, then they would die!

Whooo—

As the divine flames gradually dispersed, the temperature that had abruptly soared between heaven and earth returned to normal.

Songhe Mountain, reduced to ruins, was utterly silent. More than half the mountain had been scorched into something like glazed glass, yet the blood-soaked stench in the air still made hearts pound in terror.

Whether intentionally or not, neither of the dead men's storage rings had been burned away. They gleamed brilliantly amid the rubble.

Since no one seemed to want them, Ye