Anger showed on the Eight-Tailed Immortal Fox's face, with a faint trace of surprise as well. The power of the Styx River Oath was something even a true Immortal would not dare ignore. Where did this fellow before her get the nerve to turn hostile as easily as flipping a page? Could it be that he was not afraid of eternal damnation?
"Mo Yu, are you truly determined to keep going down this road?"
"Determined to keep going down this road?"
A faint smile appeared on the young man's face. "You were the one foolish enough to believe my honeyed words so easily. As repayment, I'll send you to the Underworld."
Before his words had even fallen, the winds and clouds around them abruptly changed. A violent gale sprang up, and chaotic heaven-and-earth vital energy ran rampant everywhere.
"Swift!"
A faint smile on his face, Mo Yu curled his fingers into claws and lightly seized at the empty air.
Following his movement, radiant flames suddenly flared. Five-Colored Glaze gathered toward his opponent from every direction.
"Five-Colored Profound Fire!"
The Eight-Tailed Immortal Fox turned pale with shock.
Her lovely face was filled with fear. Demon Wind surged around her entire body, spinning rapidly about her like a top.
Countless strands of Black Qi abruptly poured out, shielding her figure within. Then two Flying Forks, one gold and one silver, rushed out from the Black Qi, transforming into monsters like Flood Dragons.
They spat strange breaths from their mouths, meeting the sweeping flames head-on.
Their momentum was truly impressive, yet it was utterly useless.
Almost the instant they made contact, they collapsed like a landslide.
The breaths were broken, and then the two Flood Dragons were wrapped in flames of different colors. Wails rang out as they reverted into one gold and