Entering the Demonic Path

Wang Bo'an let out a cold snort and flicked a finger.

A strand of Forceful Qi shot toward Xiong Kui's back like a bullet.

Sensing the deadly threat behind him, Xiong Kui roared. The muscles all over his body bulged as he swung the enormous Mountain-Splitting Great Axe behind him to block.

"Clang!"

A deafening crash rang out. Xiong Kui was struck as if by lightning and hurled forward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The Mountain-Splitting Great Axe in his hands had been shattered to pieces by that tiny strand of Forceful Qi!

But he used the force to propel himself even faster, charging out of the inner courtyard without looking back and vanishing into the night.

Wang Bo'an watched the direction Xiong Kui had fled, his brow furrowing slightly, but he made no attempt to pursue.

His gaze returned to his great-grandson, Wang Xiao, whose leg had been broken. A trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.

To him, the life of a bandit chieftain was far less important than the promising younger generation he had pinned his hopes on.

Up in Listen to the Wind Tower.

Xuanyuan had "watched" everything unfold. The smile on his face hadn't faded; if anything, it had grown more amused.

"...Xiong Kui... escaped?"

He tapped the tabletop lightly with his finger. The "knock, knock" sounds rang especially clearly in the quiet private room.

"That won't do."

He murmured to himself, "What is the point of revenge if it isn't carried through to the end? And if a play loses its leading man halfway through, won't the audience be disappointed?"

He rose slowly and walked to the window. As he pushed it open, the night breeze poured in and stirred his robes.

He looked toward the Wang Family estate. The sounds of battle