Clang...
A crisp sword cry suddenly rings out.
A streak of cold white sword light cuts through.
Xiao Yi steps sideways, blocking Guu Lianxing behind him.
The fingers originally absorbing the blood-colored bead have been withdrawn.
In their place is a hand holding a sword, sweeping horizontally with a slash.
On the sword, cold white sword light mixed with surging starlight.
With one sweep, dozens of attacks are entirely scattered, none able to get close by an inch.
"Boy, what are you doing?"
"Damn it, the blood relic is returning to the Blood Pill."
The voice from within the Cold Flame Sword, filled with exasperation.
However, its exasperation did not change Xiao Yi's decision.
The sword is in Xiao Yi's hand, controlled by Xiao Yi.
Outside the main mansion.
A group of elders and eight Heavenly Talents, seen satisfied with a smile.
"Boy, you know your place."
"Didn't expect, notorious little thief Xiao Yi is also a person who cherishes fragrance and protects jade."
