Such were the great devils of this world.
His body blazed with raging flames; karmic fire scorched his heart.
Who was it that came treading through the mist?
Even the venerable saints called him the Soul-Devouring Devil.
Gu Su Cuilight sprang free of the Blood-Eyed Dharma Aspect's myriad palm seals and did not press the attack again. His gaze was wholly drawn to the cultivator approaching, his expression filled with gravity.
In a deep voice, he said, "You are Tu Shan Jun, the artifact spirit and Main Soul of the Soul Banner, are you not?"
"I know you."
"I heard you stirred the winds and clouds across the Eastern Wasteland, to the point that even Dao Lords took action."
"To hear of you is not as good as meeting you; meeting you surpasses even your fame!"
Gu Su Cuilight studied the figure emerging from the sea of Baleful Intent clouds.
His dharma eyes shone like torches, revolving into two streams of divine light.
The divine light concealed blade edges.
It seemed he wanted to split open that crimson figure and see his true strength clearly.
He could distinctly sense that the Main Soul possessed only the spiritual aura of the Refined Illusory realm.
When he saw the jet-black iron club clutched in that pale ghost hand, Gu Su Cuilight put away his disdain and spoke with an equal bearing.
"Fellow Daoist, your ambitions are lofty. Why must you aid a tyrant in his evil?"
"Luo Tianfeng is narrow-minded and will surely restrict your strength at every turn. I will not. So long as you stand by and watch, the souls of those two will all be yours."
Tu Shan Jun, holding Heavenly Strike, shook his head slightly.
"The profit is too small?"
"I can see you dislike it."
Gu Su