The peddler on the ox cart was brimming with confidence. Among Jade Truth Temple's eight hundred disciples, he belonged to the second tier. Though he was inferior to the three top experts, he still possessed nearly two thousand years of Dao Comprehension.
When disguising himself and hiding his tracks, he feared the peerless figures of the Central Plains—but against ordinary Extraordinary, wasn't it one slap per child?
"Since you exposed me, consider yourselves unlucky!"
The peddler sneered coldly. With a flash, he vanished from the ox cart and appeared before True Person Lin Yi in an instant. Stretching out a demonic claw, he spread his five fingers and grabbed at True Person Lin Yi's crown.
He intended to kill this master with one claw first, then scare that young daoist to death!
Yet just as his demonic claw came within three feet of True Person Lin Yi, a spark of golden fire flickered before him.
Before he could react, a razor-sharp spear tip emerged from the heart of the flames. Together with the fire, it locked onto his soul and stabbed toward his brow.
"Pure Yang True Fire!"
The peddler shrieked, forcibly halted himself, and flipped backward in retreat.
But the spear tip clung to him like a festering parasite on the bone, pursuing him from barely three inches away from his brow.
"Break!"
The peddler roared. He thrust both demonic claws forward, and hundreds upon thousands of strands of demonic qi shot from his hands. They formed a demonic net while piercing inward, intending to force back the spear-wielder.
Yet the spear tip suddenly tapped three times in midair, scattering the structure of the demonic net. At the same time, the Pure Yang True Fire expanded and contracted, burning the already shattered net to nothing.
Meanwhile, the spear tip