Hao Shuai listened to Yan Chixia's curses, but instead of clearing up, his confusion only grew. "Why would that tree demon attack Yan Chixia out of nowhere? If she thought he was in the way, why hadn't she attacked him sooner?"
"Damn you, stinking Taoist! Let Xiaoqian go right now, or tonight will be your last!"
Just as Hao Shuai, still puzzled, was about to ask more, an angry roar—neither male nor female—rang out from beyond Lanruo Temple and echoed through the night sky.
Hao Shuai followed the sound with his gaze. In the courtyard of Lanruo Temple stood an old woman, clad in a black robe and wearing a thick layer of rouge and powder on her face. No one knew when she had appeared.
"Damn it, you old hag! I only held back just now out of consideration for Brother Xia! You think I'm afraid of you?!"
Being threatened right in front of Hao Shuai infuriated Yan Chixia, who was already rather vain. His face flushed red. He set Xia Houwu down in front of Hao Shuai and said, "Brother Hao, keep an eye on Brother Xia. I'll go wipe out that old hag."
Without waiting for Hao Shuai to say anything, he gripped the treasured sword in his hand and charged out.
Seeing this, Hao Shuai could only suppress his urge to join the fight and watch Yan Chixia face off against the Thousand-Year Tree Demon.
Perhaps it was because Hao Shuai was watching, or perhaps because the tree demon had given him such a rough time earlier. The moment Yan Chixia reached the courtyard, he raised his hand and formed a sword seal. The treasured sword in the case on his back immediately leaped from its sheath.
"Heaven and earth have no limit; lend me