"Rustle!"
The torrential rain poured down in buckets.
In an instant, the hole spilling blood and bones was washed into a barely discernible mud, flowing away with the constant water currents.
This guy is actually at the Nascent Soul stage.
But unfortunately, there are differences even among Nascent Souls.
For Cultivators, whose knowledge equals their level of cultivation, this is particularly true—Li Ye had long lost count of the wonders he had witnessed.
Killing a Nascent Soul was indeed easy.
No difficulty at all.
The torrential rain wasn't dispelled by his power; instead, it continued to pour down, merging into the earth.
"You…" Senior Sister Liu gathered her courage behind him: "If I can die under your axe, it would be my honor."
Li Ye turned around calmly.
The Treasure Lotus Lamp appeared out of nowhere.
Suspended quietly at his side, its bright yet compassionate light couldn't seem to dispel the pouring rain.
"You cannot die under my axe."
