Face expressionless, Xu Qing made a grasping gesture with his right hand, causing one of the Smokewights to fly over to him. As soon as it was in his hand, he sent a stream of frigid energy out, which surrounded the Smokewight and solidified into an ice cube around it.0

Xu Qing waved his hand, and one of Yanyan’s needles flew over to him. Bolstering the needle with his cultivation base, he stabbed it through the ice into the struggling Smokewight. An agonized shriek rang out from the ice cube. Next, a flying dagger sliced into the Smokewight through the ice. Because of being frozen, the Smokewight couldn’t form anew. Before long, it had been sliced into a dozen pieces which Xu Qing lay out on the ground in front of him so that none were touching.7

It was clear that the sensation of being chopped apart but unable to form anew brought extreme mental anguish. The screams grew more intense.1

Meanwhile, Yanyan’s eyes shone brightly, and she was breathing heavily. She was shivering, and seemed to be getting excited once again.3

Throwing the pieces of ice to Yanyan, he made another grasping gesture, causing a second Smokewight to fly over to him. This time, he didn’t use ice. He used poison. When the poisons...0