Chapitre 230: First Blood

"Master Yul, I have them all here," spoke a cultivator as he approached a man who was sitting afloat in space right above the planet of Si Xue.

The sitting cultivator had a pale gray face, with eyebrows that twirled up like the horns of a devil. His whole appearance was unholy, as a powerful dark aura was constantly seeping out of his body, exuding death and decay.

The devil-like cultivator opened his eyes, revealing crimson red pupils on a blacker than a black eye, and said, "Give it."

The first cultivator handed the devilish one a bag, and the latter opened it, he then slid his hand into the bag and grabbed a small soul from it.

It had the appearance of a young man who desperately struggled to rid himself from the grip of this devilish-looking man.

"Weaklings, not even fit for a snack," the devilish cultivator said as he gulped the cultivator's soul and chewed on it like if it was food.