He lightly lifted his finger in mid-air, and Baili An's blood on the ground reversed its flow, transforming into a blood pearl that landed in Ying Xiu's palm.
He examined the blood pearl and sneered: "Is this how I was born into this world two hundred years ago, by borrowing a single drop of blood?"
Baili An did not speak.
Jun He stood silently by his side.
The Sword Master Yu, who had fallen to the ground, looked confused and bewildered.
With a sinister smile, Ying Xiu raised his hand and casually tossed the blood pearl to a ghoul behind him to devour.
His eyes took on a malevolent and bizarre look: "For the grace of a drop of blood, I must repay you with a gushing well."
"A single drop of blood nurtured my life back then; today, I will use your flesh and blood to feed the ten thousand ghosts, to soothe a lifetime of my sorrow and suffering."
The ghouls that roamed the wilderness suddenly surged forth madly.
