บท 581: The Spirit Won’t Pass On

The moonlight was like a phantom, piercing into the ashes soundlessly.

But at that very moment, a faint cloud of black smoke rose from the ashes, gathering into a fuzzy human form, and pounced at Ye Qingxuan. A palm made of ashes extended towards his face suddenly.

Bang! A sword of flames emerged from Ye Qingxuan's hand and blocked the palm. The flames of nihility collided with the ashes, but it was as if iron and stone were scraping against each other. Sparks flew, illuminating Ye Qingxuan's eyes and the incomplete face lurking in the black mist.

"Have I been discovered?" The broken face looked at Ye Qingxuan from above. "You never fail to humiliate me, Ye Qingxuan.

"What a pity, I've finally gotten mentally prepared to abandon my dignity for this one time and pull a sneak attack you, but it turns out, after killing your forebear with your own hands, it seems like you aren't even feeling one bit of guilt and sorrow? You do indeed have a stony heart."