The blade-light was dazzling. At this moment, forget Shayang Old Devil—even if the Three Demon Emperors, the Six Sea Kings, or the master of the Holy City were in his place, at such close range, there would be nowhere to dodge.
But the old devil naturally was not willing to perish just like that. He let out a great shout, a sound more violent than a thunderclap from a clear sky blasting into the ears. Demonic Qi surged all over his body, then gathered entirely toward his right arm. At once, the whole arm blazed with black radiance, purplish-red scales surfaced, and his nails shot out wildly, making the entire arm look as if it had turned into a Ghost Claw.
After that, he tilted his head, barely avoiding his vitals, and thrust out his right hand fiercely. With a move like Black Tiger tearing out the heart, he went straight for Xianmu Yi Lan's left ribs. This counted as a method of mutual destruction.
A Dongxuan Realm old monster's experience was rich after all. Among those who could make it to this step, which one had not endured countless storms of blood and gore?
Within the span of a few inches, victory and defeat would be decided.
Xianmu Yi Lan was both startled and furious, but at this moment it was already too late to change moves. He could only pour all his magic power into the Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure...
Blood sprayed. The two cried out miserably at the same time. In an instant, the area for several li around was filled with a reek of blood. In this contest of wits and strength, the final result was actually that neither side gained any advantage, ending in mutual injury.
Shayang Old Devil's face was full of venomous resentment. He