The Drinker Leaves His Name, the Old Master Turns the Page

At the battlefield ruins of Golden Armor Continent, a short, thin old man with white hair, purple robes, and a wine gourd at his waist stood barefoot on the tip of an iron spear driven diagonally into the earth. Yu Xuan looked around. In every direction lay the remains of the continent's finest soldiers and mountain Qi cultivators. Corpses were piled into hills in several places, meant to become great and small monuments to slaughter built by those Demon Race beasts for the Withered Bone Throne Great Demon. Bai Ying could then drive those puppet bones and Ghostly Creatures north in one surge and seize what remained of Golden Armor Continent, which had no strength left for a decisive battle.

Of the Fourteen Throne Great Demons, Bai Ying was truly the one who most deserved to die. Otherwise, she would leave endless trouble behind. She had already wreaked such havoc on Golden Armor Continent. What would happen if that beast reached Central Divine Continent?

Unfortunately, Yu Xuan had arrived too late. He had failed to stop the deranged Wanyan Laojing, and had missed his chance to meet Bai Ying. His original purpose in crossing continents had been to set aside his grievances with Wanyan Laojing for the time being and help Golden Armor Continent hold out a while longer.

Yu Xuan reckoned that the dozens, perhaps hundreds, of little tricks he knew with talismans were indeed a natural counter to Bai Ying's army of withered bones. If he had anything in abundance, it was talismans; he could win by sheer numbers. And Bai Ying did not look particularly skilled at fighting one-on-one. Since he felt confident he could survive, Yu Xuan had come to join the fray. As long as he did not follow Zhou Shenzhi's example, there should be