Chapter 699
In his homeworld, Cangzhou, above the Hundred Thousand Mountains, a hundred li away from Jiuli Village, a figure wreathed in demonic qi stood atop the clouds. His face twisted in cruelty as he fixed his gaze upon Jiuli Village.
“That village… so this is the hometown of that little wench?”
“Who would have thought that such a beauty of ice and jade was born in a backwater place like this?”
“Perfect. I’m short on fresh blood and souls to refine my Blood Soul Banner. You will make up the deficit nicely.”
“I wonder what expression that little wench will wear when she sees her own kin turned into tormented blood souls?”
The Eagle Demon’s eyes gleamed with malevolent light as he stared at the mist-wreathed Jiuli Village.
Back in the Sacred City, Xiao Yan had gravely wounded him with a flying sword, channeling a formation’s power. Though more than a year had passed and his injuries had healed, the memory still burned him with hatred.
Once, he had been a mighty Nascent Soul demonic cultivator, a terror of the cultivation world. Never had he suffered such humiliation—brought low by a mere Golden Core junior, nearly slain in one strike. It was an indelible shame.
He had believed he would only have his chance for revenge once his Blood Soul Banner was complete and the Sacred Mountain’s formation was broken. But then, while gathering souls, he stumbled upon startling news.