According to the wild boar demon, Xiong Kun had long since become a tomb spirit, completely devoid of reason. The tomb baleful energy radiating from Xiong Kun's entire body was indeed far stronger than that of the other tomb spirits, but Lu Xiaotian was certain he hadn't misread those crafty, resentful eyes. How could this look like someone who had lost all reason?
Though neither Lu Xiaotian nor the wild boar demon had yet dealt Xiong Kun a grievous wound, Lu Xiaotian had used the divine ability of the Formless Mystic Flame to destroy that bizarre bear-headed, serpent-bodied spirit creature. The demon corpse behind Xiong Kun had taken the blow for him, but that certainly hadn't come without a cost. From the look in Xiong Kun's eyes, Lu Xiaotian knew there was no chance of settling things peacefully between them. Since he had made an enemy of him, how could he let the other man escape so easily?
"I'd only heard that the beloved son of the Eastern First Bear Emperor had entered the Dark Demon Mound and become a tomb spirit. Now it seems the truth is quite different. Fellow Daoist Xiong must have had some other encounter. But looking at you—neither demon nor ghost—you're probably too ashamed to leave the Dark Demon Mound. Even if you went back, the Eastern First Bear Emperor would slap you to death. No wonder you've been hiding in the demon mound, shunning the world." Lu Xiaotian held the Fangtian Halberd crosswise, blocking Xiong Kun's way.
"You... deserve to die." Xiong Kun's eyes, now a sinister blue-green, glared viciously at Lu Xiaotian, as if he wanted to gouge a piece of flesh from him. The Wuhuan Evil-Crying Spear in his hand spun around, turning into a dark green spear wheel that crushed toward