"By the time you reincarnate, the Ghost Soul Sect would have already become history!"
Barely able to see the light of a True Spirit vanishing into the void, swallowed by the laws unknowable, Feng Qing'an touched his chin and couldn't help but mock,
"Better off staying wherever it's comfortable for you. May you be reincarnated as an insect and be pecked at by birds every day!"
After Feng Qing'an offhandedly cursed, he turned his attention to the ferocious bird carcass, gradually withering and shrivelling within the crimson swordlight, its vital essence being divided amongst the thirty-six Demon Subduing Swords.
When the corpse of the monstrous bird larger than a hundred feet hill fell from the sky, it had already become a useless pile of junk. In its collision with the mountain, it did not cause any further demolition but instead shattered into countless fragments.
