"What's it to you?"
Storyteller's gaze flickered, instinctively settling on the Taixu power around the other man—countless times denser than even A-Jie's.
He knew the might of that thing.
The wound on his arm had become troublesome precisely because he had carelessly been grazed by Taixu power.
Losing an arm was not enough to make him fear this Red Robe before him.
But the severe damage to his vitality was no lie.
What was this old bastard doing here?
Wasn't he afraid Storyteller would kill him?
"Hahahaha..."
Seeing Storyteller's expression, Shouye suddenly threw back his head and laughed heartily. Only after a long while did he stop.
"Could it be that the great Saint Slave Storyteller actually let a mere Innate slip away?" His face was full of disbelief.
"You old bastard!"
Storyteller's eyes darkened. "You have the nerve to talk about others?"
"He really got away?"
Seeing his reaction, Shouye was instead taken aback.
Storyteller had really let Xu Xiaoshou escape? "Then where did he go?" Shouye hurriedly asked.
"Heh!"
Storyteller sneered at once and flipped Yin-Yang Life and Death over in his hand. "Old bastard, don't you think you ought to worry about yourself right now?"
The void suddenly trembled.
Shouye's heart tightened.
He had not planned to fight Storyteller to the death inside the White Cavern at a time like this.
Even if he managed to escape by luck, the entire White Cavern would likely not survive the battle unscathed.
The Sword-Severing Prairie would be no different!
Just as he was about to move, Storyteller across from him revealed a startled expression.
Sensing that something was wrong, Shouye stopped.
"What's going on?"
Storyteller was dumbfounded.
He clearly had not activated Yin-Yang Life and Death, yet it suddenly began trembling on its own, as though some creature