"Greed is the path to self-destruction."
Xu Ping stood on a solitary reef, the sea breeze rustling his dark robe, his gaze clear and cold, "After slaying one Fourth Rank Middle Grade and one Fourth Rank Lower Grade, I must stop. The Ten Thousand Souls Banner is nearly perfected with the souls it requires."
At this moment, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner hovered beside him, its surface shining with a restrained blood light, yet it faintly exuded a suppressive feeling that made souls tremble.
The mournful wails of countless souls within the banner had turned into low sobs, as if numerous fierce demons were accumulating power.
With its formidable might, Xu Ping was confident that even if a top-tier Mid-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator were to attack, under the banner's shadow, there would be no path but defeat and destruction.
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Two months later, at the edge of the outer sea, "Immortal City Bilan."
