Compared with the old woman with the phoenix-headed staff, Jiedu had a split-second more time to react. He immediately abandoned the wolf-headed demon saber trapped by the black light curtain. Bringing his palms together before his chest, he conjured a massive fireball there. At the critical moment, the fireball managed to block the swift, graceful flying sword. But the sword abruptly split into several shadows, each slashing toward one side of Jiedu's body.
Under ordinary circumstances, even as an enemy, Jiedu would have been forced to admire the other party's mastery of the flying sword. It was not only incomparably sharp, but could also transform in myriad ways, splitting and joining at will. But with the sword now inches away, all Jiedu could feel was terror. He regretted his actions even more than the old woman with the phoenix-headed staff. Why had he taunted Lu Xiaotian and the wild boar demon Pig Seven when he first saw them? Back then, he had relied on his numerical advantage, certain they could not lose. Who could have imagined the other party would be so powerful?
One of the capable generals under the Purple Fire Wolf Lord of the Ye Fire Plains, Jiedu was known for his arrogance. He had never suffered any major setbacks before, but he had never imagined that when one finally came, it would be beyond his power to recover from. A succession of bone-deep pains from blades pierced his limbs. By the time he reacted, all four of them had been severed and were falling through the air. But the danger was far from over. Lu Xiaotian beckoned, and Misty Sword Qi bored into Jiedu's wounds.
Boom! Sword Qi erupted inside Jiedu, shredding his sturdy demon body into dozens of pieces. Lu Xiaotian raised a hand and collected