His face twisted, a faint emerald light flickering endlessly in his eyes. The sinister wind was black as ink, and the fluctuations emanating from him were stranger still.
He seemed like a devil, yet not a devil; like an immortal, yet not an immortal, as though wandering somewhere between the two.
A faint cold sneer hung at the corner of his mouth. Amid the howling, the sinister wind grew even more bitterly sharp, and his body swelled to about a zhang tall, pouncing viciously toward Tian Xiaojian.
Possession!
Although he had lost by a single move and failed to complete this final step, Immortal Ku Rong was unwilling to let a thousand years of painstaking effort be cast away like water flowing east.
So what if he had to take a little risk?
He was still prepared to seize Tian Xiaojian's body according to plan.
Naturally, Tian Xiaojian would not sit and wait for death.
Since he dared expose the other party's conspiracy, how could he possibly have made no preparations at all?
This brat likewise had something to rely on.
The other party was already within arm's reach, yet his expression remained utterly calm. That composure alone was enough to make one admire him.
Ku Rong's heart tightened. But things had already come to this—how could he retreat? An arrow loosed from the bow had no turning back. Even if he knew sheer cliffs and precipices waited ahead, he could only stake everything on one throw.
Thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning striking flint, yet his movements did not slow in the slightest. He still pounced down viciously at Tian Xiaojian.
Like a rabbit bolting and a falcon stooping!
A strange light flickered in Tian Xiaojian's eyes. His figure blurred slightly, and he retreated backward.
As he retreated,