The moonlight fell upon Wei Xun’s body, cold as snow, his slightly upturned eyes carrying a few hints of aloof...

A wave of goosebumps erupted all over Jiang Qunyu’s skin. He recalled those beings at Cui Mingjin’s manor—creatures that looked...

Wei Xun withdrew his sword. At the exact same time, the gazes of everyone else in the underground palace shifted...

Wei Xun’s footsteps paused slightly. He stood in the center of the street as the red phantoms flowed past him...

Jiang Qunyu woke up earlier than Wei Xun. Unsure whether it was because he had consumed too much blood this...

Wen Xingyao thought Wei Xun had completely lost his mind, so he cried even harder, tears smeared across his face,...

Jiang Qunyu’s brow contracted, his hand instinctively rising to grab the Soul‑Devouring Sword. The moment he moved, Wei Xun pulled...

Jiang Qunyu made no real objection to Wei Xun’s claim; in the cultivation world even “gods” didn’t exist, so a...