"Who are you?"
The man in mourning clothes, whose head was the only thing left in Qi Xiu's hand, strained to speak, his blood-red eyes brimming with deep resentment.
"Your killer."
Tired of wasting words with this Demonic Cultivator Daoist, Qi Xiu lifted the head of the man in mourning clothes. His two fingers suddenly pierced the man's Ancestral Aperture at the forehead, plucking something from within his soul.
Threads of golden light enhanced the fragmented iron, and with layers of oppressive seals, the Divine Fragmented Iron was firmly suppressed.
After taking the mysterious Divine Fragmented Iron and storing it inside the Golden Cry Jade Beads, Qi Xiu's gaze shifted slightly. A rainbow burst out from the Primordial Sword Gourd at his waist, swiftly wrapping up the continually cursing and howling head of the man in mourning clothes and pulling it into the gourd.
