Su Yi glanced at the woman in black. “Don’t be nervous. If I wanted to fight, you’d already be a corpse.”

As he spoke, he approached the bronze box and examined it.

Perhaps because Su Yi seemed a bit too calm and too composed, the woman in black felt alarmed and uncertain. For a moment, she dared not act recklessly.

The woman’s beautiful eyes darted about as she probed, “Young Lord Su, Nirvanic Winds… Is he already dead?”

Su Yi nodded. “Last time, I let him escape. I was already a bit angry after that. I naturally didn’t give him the chance to flee this time too.”

The woman’s heart shook, and her charming, beautiful face turned slightly rigid.

Although he was only in the Origin Palace Realm, the Nirvanic Winds was a monster from the ancient era, someone who’d survived the thirty thousand years of the Prohibition of Ancient Darkness. He had multiple life-saving trump cards on hand.

Even against Spirit Dao cultivators, he had means of escaping.

Yet now, Su Yi had cut him down. Of course the woman in black was surprised. How could she not be?

She took a deep breath, then whispered, “Young Lord Su, we had no grudge prior to this. Furthermore, my only target was Wen Xinzhao; I had absolutely no plans of hurting...