The Executioner

A purple light flashed before their eyes, resembling a purple lightning bolt. The radiance in the eyes of the Star Mansion Realm cultivator faded, their expression solidified. Although they still held the Short Flame Sword in their hand, the murderous intent that had surged before had dissipated.

Xing Ye stood there, his face pale. A trembling purple light returned from a distance and finally reached him.

Seeing this purple light, Xing Ye looked apologetic. "Sorry, in a critical moment, I had to rely on you for survival."

Whoosh! The purple light disappeared from his forehead.

This time, he used the Purple Blood three times during this outing, causing its consumption to be even greater. However, each usage was crucial.

There was a trace of a mark on the forehead of the Star Mansion Realm cultivator, and fresh blood flowed out continuously.