Chapter 87

Just as everyone was in a daze, Zong Shou's sword did not pause for even a moment.

With the power to absorb the essence, when the green sword shadow swept past the old man's neck, it had already taken away a few strands of the innate martial master's essence.

It was less than a tenth of the total, but it was still overwhelmingly powerful. And the residual consciousness of this old man was ten times stronger than that of the two secret martial masters!

Zong Shou sneered inwardly, forcefully suppressing these杂念, and the sword shadow rose into the air again. After a spin, it rushed straight down toward the distance.

Gao Yi's face turned pale, but he still wielded his sword to counter, riding his wind-riding steed in a desperate sprint.

However, Zong Shou was completely unconcerned. The essence he had gathered suddenly burst forth. He directly attacked with overwhelming force, thrusting his sword down at full speed. It transformed into thousands of sword blades, like a waterfall hanging from the sky, a massive wave crashing down, surging forward.

As the clashing sounds of swords rang out, blood splattered and flesh flew. A single sword thrust split the wind-riding steed into two halves. Then the sword shadow flashed again, severing Gao Yi's limbs at the roots, leaving him to fall to the ground.

The sword momentum then changed, leaping high into the air, swift as a bolt of lightning, covering a thousand feet in an instant. A flicker, and the other armored soldier, who was trying to escape, was beheaded. Then the sword shadow flashed again, and in the night sky, a few streaks of light could be seen. Hundreds of feet away, the other secret martial master's head also floated up, silently falling to the ground.

The two remaining people were still engaged in a struggle with the Cold Hell Tiger, floundering in panic and unable to break free.

Zong Shou's mind was pierced by pain, and the purple lightning around him had faded to the extreme. His soul power was almost completely dissipated. Knowing he had reached his limit, even if he could absorb essence, it would be difficult to continue. He decided to ignore it and return to his physical body.

He still transformed into a wisp of smoke, flowing back into the Spirit Dawn穴. When his soul returned and his body recovered, Zong Shou immediately felt a wave of dizziness.

He swayed, not only weak in spirit but also feeling as if his entire body was being pierced by needles. All his strength was completely drained.

In the sea of his soul, countless impurities had mixed in, making it extremely murky.

Zong Shou knew that this was the price of using the essence-absorbing technique with his out-of-body soul to kill the innate martial master.

To cleanse his soul and restore purity, it would take at least two months. During this period, he would not be able to project his soul out of his body, and his soul power cultivation might even regress.

In fact, it was not just his soul. After drawing the strong bow twenty times, his arms were still trembling slightly, some tendons almost completely torn. He would likely be unable to use any strength for the next half month.

However, he was not concerned. Instead, his thoughts were clear, and the anger in his heart was completely released.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Chuxue, her head lowered, staring at him like a dazed goose.

Gong Xinran beside her was also in a daze, her eyes vacant, as if she did not know how to speak.

Killing the secret martial master had already made her feel like she was in a dream. Now, even the innate martial master, whom she thought was impossible to defeat, had been killed with a single sword strike!

He had truly kept his promise, vowing to make Gao Yi die before him, and he had spared no effort, even engaging in battle with the innate martial master to kill him.

Not only did he have countless secret techniques and spells, but his actions were also so decisive and fierce, inspiring fear.

She remembered that this student, who was considered a failure in the academy, was not yet of the age of maturity?

She felt a myriad of emotions, thinking about how the child who used to shed silent tears after being bullied had now become so powerful.

She also wondered what would have happened if she had stayed by this young man's side two years ago, if she had not been swayed by Gao Yi's gentleness and noble demeanor.

Thinking of this, Gong Xinran could not help but secretly scold herself for being too shameless.

At that moment, she no longer cared about Gao Yi, who had pushed her into the abyss. Her eyes were fixed on the pale-faced young man before her, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

Zong Shou was completely unaware, barely managing to move his lips and sit up.

Then his face suddenly turned pale, his gaze fixed on Gong Xinran's left chest. The golden needle that sealed her vital point and her last chance of survival was now showing signs of loosening.

He sighed, struggling to stand up, and then floated down from the back of the scythe-tailed lion.

At that moment, he felt as if he could not move a single finger, exhausted to the point of death, wishing he could fall asleep on the ground at any moment.

However, no matter how bitter or tired he was, there was one thing he had to do before he passed out.

He suddenly took out a pill and threw it into his mouth. As the Snow Soul Pill's medicinal power spread, the pain in his soul was immediately reduced by a large part. The sea of his soul felt cold like a spring.

He then struggled to move, walking to the front of Gao Yi, who had been reduced to a human stick. Gao Yi's eyes were blazing with hatred, looking at him with endless fury.

Zong Shou sneered, taking out a bracelet. In the next moment, Gao Yi's eyes were filled with fear and terror. His face was as white as paper, and he was shaking his head violently, his body writhing, trying to crawl away.

"Seven Spirit Ring? What are you going to do? No! I don't want to become a Free and Wonderful Heaven Demon, Zong Shou, I beg you, you can kill me—"

Zong Shou was completely unconcerned. When he stood firm, the blood of the old man surnamed Lin, mixed with the horse's corpse and Gao Yi's own blood, had already flowed over. Within three feet, a circular rune array had formed, with seven strange runes in each direction!

He then suddenly slapped the bracelet, releasing the few resentful souls sealed inside, and formed a hand seal.

"I, Zong Shou, enjoy repaying people in kind. Since you wanted Sister Xinran to be the main spirit in the Seven Spirit Ring, I will now make you become a Wonderful Heaven Demon in this ring, for all eternity, with no hope of release!"

As he recited the secret incantation, the blood-colored rune array began to emit a strange red light, binding the few souls that had just died nearby. The bracelet also floated high, changing from pure white to a seven-colored hue.

Then, under Gao Yi's horrified gaze, Zong Shou suddenly reached out and touched the Seven Spirit Ring.

Immediately, a black smoke surged out from Gao Yi's forehead, being forcefully sucked into the Seven Spirit Ring.

Looking at the glowing ring, Zong Shou did not feel any joy, only a slight bitterness. He turned his head to look behind him.

He saw Chuxue, her face pale, holding the already lifeless Gong Xinran, shaking her head slightly: "Three breaths ago, Sister Xinran was already gone. She told me that although she had many regrets in her life, she could die in peace—"

Zong Shou's heart tightened, but surprisingly, he did not feel the intense pain he had expected, only a sense of loss and slight sadness.

Then his thoughts