A White Horse Is Not a Horse

The Sword of Virtue erupted in blazing radiance and swept out!

Wherever it passed, all Negative Origin Essence hissed beneath the blade's searing heat.

Yet more hair kept regenerating at every moment, ceaselessly draining Huai Shi's strength and pinning him firmly in place. Evil Eyes continuously emerged from the strands, their cold, sinister gazes crisscrossing like blades.

Amid the thunderous roar, abandoned buildings on both sides continually collapsed.

Huai Shi retreated step by step.

Yet a trace of relief and realization arose in his heart...

Good thing, good thing the one who came wasn't a powerhouse like Great Asura Avery from Nightmare Eye. Otherwise, I'd be dead here today.

Just as the furious Hundred-Eyed Oni emerged step by step from the mist of dreams, he saw the look of realization on Huai Shi's face. As though he could hardly believe it, Huai Shi stared at him and murmured in confusion:

"So there are fourth-rank people as weak as you too..."

?

??

???

In that instant of stunned disbelief, Hundred-Eyed Oni actually wondered whether he had misheard. But when he noticed the genuine relief on Huai Shi's face, indescribable fury and humiliation surged up within him.

Weak?

Across the vast abyss between the third and fourth ranks, he was being looked down upon by some brat not even one-fifth his age.

Come on, you're really weak.

It was not deliberate mockery, but the rage provoked by that expression and those words was a thousand times worse than humiliation!

"Die!!!"

Countless strands of black hair shuddered violently, bursting forth like fountains. He completely abandoned human form, transforming into a surging torrent of darkness that swept outward.

Where the writhing black hair passed, pairs of vicious eyes opened amid the ground, the water, broken walls, and ruined structures. Those venomous pupils fixed