"Huff."
"Huff."
Urgent panting echoed continuously through the dank, airless mountain cave.
Nine-Phoenix Demon Lord sat cross-legged a foot above the ground, staring at the sword wound on his arm. His brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes brimming with venomous hatred. "Ling Yuan! Damned Ling Yuan!"
As though the sword qi lodged within his body had stirred some meridian again, Nine-Phoenix Demon Lord's cheeks twitched once more.
This Heaven-Cutting sword intent had been far too overbearing. It had pursued Nine-Phoenix Demon Lord for six million li, only stopping after it struck his wing.
Even now, Nine-Phoenix Demon Lord had not fully expelled the sword qi from his body. He could not settle his mind even when sitting in meditation to regulate his breathing. The moment he closed his eyes, a resplendent sword light seemed to come slashing down at his head.
His current condition made Nine-Phoenix Demon Lord realize that after the battle in Buzhou World, Jiang Sheng's cultivation had clearly deepened again.
Yet that was not what worried Nine-Phoenix Demon Lord. What worried him was whether Blood Sea Daoist and Five-Water Profound Lord had been injured as well. Had that sword pursued only him, or had it enveloped all three of them?
If it had covered all three of them, that would have been one thing. But if only he had been injured, and this sword qi was difficult to expel for the time being, then the problem would be grave.
With his brows knitted tight, Nine-Phoenix Demon Lord gazed at the sliver of light filtering in from outside the cave, disgust flashing through his eyes. This cave had been hastily opened by him. He had set up no formation and made no arrangements—it was nothing more than an utterly ordinary little mountain cave.
Such an arrangement did not