Xiao Jin stared at Wang Yuan for two breaths, then suddenly smiled.
That smile wasn't as unbridled as before, yet it was much colder than before.
He horizontally shifted the Nine Nether Baleful Suppression Demon Blade back to his side, the dark red blood patterns on the blade surface slowly writhing in the night as if they were living things awakened by something.
He urged his horse forward by another step, the hooves crushing loose gravel. The dark red killing intent seeping from the gaps in the gravel spread along the ground toward Wang Yuan.
"Mid-stage Organ Refining, wearing a semi-finished demon armor, and you took a strike from me, so you think you can block me?"
Xiao Jin spoke slowly, his tone carrying a condescending scrutiny:
"Kaoshan Sect's Mysterious Abyss Daoist Heir Wang Yuan, right? Do you have any idea what peak Organ Tempering matched with a demon blade means?"
He raised his left hand, palm facing upward, as a wisp of dark red killing intent surged and condensed between his five fingers, forming a continuously revolving dark red ball of light.
Blood light vaguely flowed within the ball of light, emitting a suffocating sense of oppression.
"The True Essence of peak Organ Tempering combined with the killing intent amplification of the Nine Nether Baleful Suppression Demon Blade, every single strike of mine carries destructive power comparable to the early Grandmaster stage."
He crushed the ball of light in his palm, dark red shattered light overflowing from between his fingers: "With your mid-stage Organ Refining, no matter how strong your physical body is or how thick your Vital Blood is, taking one or two strikes from me is fine, but what about ten strikes? What about twenty strikes?"
"How long can that semi-finished armor of yours hold out? How