Firefight

"Bastard, do you think this thing works on me?"

Black smoke billowed around Xiao Dingmao, and a layer of black surfaced on his face. Green light blazed in his eyes as he roared at Gu Xuanwu.

He and Yue Qiluo were different, after all. Yue Qiluo still fell within the category of beings Wu Xin's blood could harm, whereas he himself was not afraid of Wu Xin's blood.

Besides, Yue Qiluo's fear of the Soul Suppression Talisman and her fear of Wu Xin's blood were two entirely different matters. The Soul Suppression Talisman restrained Yue Qiluo through one mechanism, while Wu Xin's blood worked through another.

Back then, after Yue Qiluo's sect elders comprehended the Blood-Bone Evil Art, they used the principles of mutual generation and restraint to suppress her. Its suppressive power was considerable.

Wu Xin's blood posed a serious threat to Yue Qiluo, who had not completely transformed and remained an evil Primordial Spirit, unable to complete the transformation into a Yang Spirit. Coming into contact with it in her Primordial Spirit form could even make her spirit scatter completely.

The Soul Suppression Talisman drawn with Wu Xin's blood benefited from both mechanisms at once, doubling its effectiveness and making it even more effective against Yue Qiluo. Once it stuck to her, she would lose all ability to resist.

But for Xiao Dingmao, Wu Xin's blood merely stimulated the "thing" he had eaten indiscriminately into causing trouble, which then affected his body and created problems. It did not inflict much actual damage.

Gu Xuanwu used the Soul Suppression Talisman against him, but its spellwork was blocked by the green light around him and could not affect what lay within. Naturally, it was ineffective. The dried-up blood talisman had weakened effects, so he could still withstand it.

Xiao Dingmao