A flying sword!

Along with two rays of light, two swords floated calmly before Yang Ye.

It was the Sword Supreme and Sword Precursor.

Yang Ye issued a command in his heart and they returned to the Sword Gourd on his waist.

Yang Ye waved his right hand, and the middle aged man’s soul was immediately absorbed into his palm.

Yang Ye greedily absorbed all of it, and then he gazed at An Nanjing who was standing by his side now, “You’re not angry, right?”

She shook her head, “Who kills him doesn’t make a difference!”

Yang Ye smiled, “True!”

She glanced at Yang Ye’s palm, “Absorbing souls?”

Yang Ye nodded, “It’s a secret technique!”

An Nanjing nodded slightly and glanced at the sky, “There are many more. Shall we kill them?”

Yang Ye smiled, “Let’s wait for them to attack.”

An Nanjing nodded, and then she flashed onto the city wall. She stabbed her spear into the wall and sat cross-legged there while leaning against the spear with her eyes closed.

Yang Ye glanced at...