"Where did you get this technique?" Qingyi asked, his voice cold.
Unorthodox techniques, depending on their use, might even be tolerated.
But demonic techniques?
Immediate execution was the standard rule throughout the orthodox world.
A cultivator who succumbed to demonic techniques deserved no mercy.
"A dead man needs know nothing!" The man, or to be more specific, the now-female leader of Tianhao's henchmen, roared with rage.
"Hm… it's good that you know that."
Qingyi's lips curled, and he executed the Heaven-Shattering Divine Slash around himself, his blade slicing through the air in a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree arc.
"Release!" A roar echoed, and the ten demonic auras descended upon him at once, colliding with the Heaven-Shattering Divine Slash as if they were arrows fired from a single bow.
"Ugh… it's a bit stronger than I expected."
Qingyi growled through clenched teeth, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
