"Damn!"
"That old schemer!"
Han Wuji cursed inwardly. He instantly realized that Mo Chen had suspected him from the very beginning!
That claw strike had been meant to force him to reveal his trump card!
In the blink of an eye, Han Wuji's body made the most "reasonable" response.
He looked as if he'd been scared out of his wits. His foot slipped, and he "accidentally" fell toward Ling Feiyan.
Splurt!
The demon claw grazed his back, flinging a trail of blood droplets into the air. His clothes tore, revealing a deep wound that went all the way to the bone.
"Ah!"
Han Wuji let out a heartrending scream. His face was twisted with pain and fear, and he curled up from the agony, conveniently avoiding the rest of the claw's force.
It looked as if he'd found a burst of strength in a life-or-death moment, stumbled into the right move, and narrowly escaped disaster.
But only he knew that the angle of his fall, its timing, and the location of his wound had all been calculated down to the tiniest detail.
He'd paid the smallest possible price to maintain his "weakling" persona.
But Mo Chen's attack had completely set the entire battlefield ablaze.
"Demon! You're asking for death!"
Seeing the person she was protecting wounded right before her eyes, Ling Feiyan's eyes nearly spat fire. She held nothing back. The Azure Luan Sword blazed with light, and the lifelike phantom of an azure luan appeared upon its blade. Her aura surged as she forced Shi Potian back with a single strike, then turned and charged at Mo Chen!
"Heh! Let the dogs fight!"
Far from being afraid, Shi Potian roared with excitement. He didn't care about the righteous path or the Devil Dao. Anyone who stood between him and