This wasn't just cotton, nor merely blood. Looking at it from a holistic perspective, it was clear that Qi Yuan's punch had not only hit Jiang Qingjiao and Freecare Loose Cultivator, but had also knocked their souls out of them.
"How utterly adorable."
Qi Yuan withdrew his hand, and two more bodies appeared on the ground.
The man with heterochromia trembled violently, his body quaking.
"Do you have a younger brother with a supreme bone?" Qi Yuan asked.
"I don't... have one." The man with heterochromia replied with some confusion, yet he answered truthfully.
"You don't?" Qi Yuan sighed with relief, "Then how come you're not adorable to death?"
With a wave of his hand, the man with heterochromia fell at that moment.
A pair of eyeballs appeared in Qi Yuan's hand.
He looked wistful and remembered an adage, reciting involuntarily, "With heterochromia one's path is unbeaten; why then borrow someone else's bone?"
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