Li Xuanming's face showed no trace of mercy.

Back when the Wuji Sect was annihilated, he managed to escape from the encirclement of countless righteous cultivators. Such things were not new to him.

Demonic cultivators should be ruthless and heartless.

As long as he could survive, what did the lives of others matter?

Even Liu Zhenxiong, his fellow disciple, was just a pawn to be discarded at any time.

Liu Zhenxiong clearly hadn't expected that after risking his life to save Li Xuanming, he would be pushed away and used as a human shield against Duan Feipeng's attack.

His eyes dimmed.

He uttered no curses, no angry roars; he just wanted to rest.

Boom!

A pillar of lightning engulfed him.

His robes were torn to shreds, his flesh charred, his bones melted.

When the lightning dissipated, only a massive charred corpse crashed to the ground.@@novelbin@@

Duan Feipeng frowned. He hadn't expected Li Xuanming to be so decisive, sacrificing his fellow disciple for a chance to escape.

He stomped the ground and dashed past the charred corpse, continuing the chase.

Run, run, run!

Li Xuanming's mind was now consumed by this single thought.

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