The change came out of nowhere, and the Blue-Robed Youth was caught completely off guard. He suffered several blows in succession before finally managing to shift away, and when he looked at Tian Xiaojian, his face was full of shock.
"You..."
"What about me?"
Tian Xiaojian's face was perfectly composed, a mocking light flashing through his eyes. "Since that black-robed fellow has already been lured away by Lin Xuan, this young master naturally has no need to keep acting with you..."
"Acting? Are you saying you weren't using your true abilities just now?" The Blue-Robed Youth's face was filled with horror.
"Of course. If this young master had gotten serious, you would have fallen long ago. Now I'll let you witness the power of my Nine Baleful True Devil Art."
A trace of savagery flashed across Tian Xiaojian's face. His hands opened and closed in sweeping motions, waving again and again, and all sorts of strange hand seals diffused from between his fingers and palms. They merged with the heaven-toppling devil qi around them, and in the blink of an eye, a vast Demon Sea appeared in view.
No... it was not a real Demon Sea, but it could not be called an illusion either. In short, the scene was hard to describe. It seemed like a mirage, something unreal, and yet it also seemed real.
The Blue-Robed Youth's eyes went wide, and a faintly ominous feeling surfaced in his heart. But before he could make a move, Tian Xiaojian had already pointed a finger at the Demon Sea.
Roar!
The sea surface, which had still been fairly calm, suddenly raised heaven-toppling waves. Tian Xiaojian bit the tip of his tongue, and several mouthfuls of blood essence sprayed toward the sea.
Though his words had sounded utterly indifferent, how could