New Chapter: Extraordinary Demon

Leng Mei's dark hair flew in the wind. Her glamorous face carried a trace of chill, and her slender body moved like lightning. As she attacked, her delicate hands inscribed characters in the void.

In an instant, glowing characters filled the sky and earth in every direction. They shimmered brilliantly, every character carrying Dao charm. Some shot sword light at Kong Xuan, some smashed out fist seals from their strokes, some bloomed with spells, and some stepped out of the characters with a kick.

All the characters seemed alive, resurrected, as if each were a demon god casting spells. Between every line and stroke lay wondrous arts, stretching fists and legs.

For a time, Wang Xuan was genuinely driven into a frantic scramble. He had to admit that this demoness was far stronger than Mu Qingyun, whom he had killed, and Zhou Tai of Paper Saint Hall.

Neither of those two had given birth to a mysterious holy object within their Primordial Spirits. This woman might have one, so he needed to stay on guard.

In front of, behind, to the left and right of Wang Xuan, above his head and beneath his feet, were demon race characters—several thousand of them. Every one glowed, their strokes like dragons and serpents roaming in all directions as they launched a fierce joint assault at him.

With a bang, Wang Xuan's palm collided with a pristine white fist flying from a character, then clashed head-on with a savage bull that leaped from another word.

Later, the thousands of characters split apart on their own, changing in a thousand ways and reforming into new words. The sword light they released changed, and so did the fists that smashed out from the characters, each independently evolving different spells.

Sword Qi crisscrossed outside Wang Xuan's body,