Chapter 1101 - Black Talisman
Liu Wuxie chose not to escalate the situation for everyone's safety.
"You killed my pet and still want to leave? Not that easy!" the black-robed man sneered, landing lightly nearby. He landed silently, his black robes shrouding his entire body—a black cloth covered even his face, revealing only a pair of sinister eyes.
Anyone capable of rearing Drought Wraiths wasn't an ordinary person. No sane cultivator would dare raise such wicked creatures.
"Are you truly determined to fight me?" Liu Wuxie asked, his voice calm. He hadn't suggested peace out of fear, but the other party misunderstood his intentions.
Though the Drought Wraiths were formidable, Liu Wuxie was confident he could slay them.
As for the black-robed man, he was merely a pinnacle of the Earth Profound Realm cultivator. Liu Wuxie had no reason to fear him. After all, just days ago, he had slain two Black Plume Pavilion assassins of similar strength.
Moreover, after devouring their law energy, Liu Wuxie refined his cultivation further—he was now one step away from the ninth-level Spirit Profound Realm.
The black-robed man said nothing. He pulled out a whistle and blew into it. A strange and eerie sound echoed through the night.
In response, the eleven Drought Wraiths that surrounded Liu Wuxie suddenly lunged forward in unison with terrifying speed.
Facing all eleven at once put Liu Wuxie under pressure, but not enough to overwhelm him. Without hesitation, he raised the Heretic Blade and swung it down, unleashing a terrifying wave of power.
He had already torn through one of the creatures earlier, relying purely on true essence.
"Origin Blade!" Liu Wuxie shouted, and the blade technique now burst forth with more power than ever before.