The pressure emanating from Xi Yuan gradually converged.
"Boy, you are quite the slippery and cunning one."
"I quite dislike you, you are far more detestable than Zhong Guangzi, provoking murderous intentions in others."
Xi Yuan said indifferently.
He glanced around, his gaze settling on the wreckage of the battlefield and the dissipating aura. From these, he swiftly deduced the numerous events that had taken place prior.
"However, your strength is decent."
"That is sufficient."
"I am nowhere near the Sword Master, far from it."
Jiang Ding replied humbly.
"Haha!"
"Your demeanor reminds me of when I slaughtered billions on the Dongji Demon's mother star."
Xi Yuan smiled and said, "Many cultivators of the Eastern Devil School, although weak, still possessed a strong will to fight. Clearly defeated, yet they still dared to launch an attack on me."
"In the end, I mercifully bestowed upon them death."
"So it was for one person, so it was for millions, so it was for billions…"
