Liansheng glanced at Chen Tian, then at Ning Que, who held Yuan Thirteen Arrows. "I killed many people, yet Ke Haoran didn't kill me. I wanted nothing more than for him to cut me down with a single stroke, but he refused. That was how he shattered my resolve.
"Even if I get out today, I'll only be clinging to life. So let a disciple of the Academy take on this debt!"
Liansheng raised his withered right hand, which he had not lifted in decades. A dark red aura seeped between his fingers, and an anguished roar rang through the mountain's hollow.
Ye Hongyu and Mo Shanshan covered their ears and shut off their senses to block out the roar. But if that were enough to keep them safe, Liansheng would hardly have been much of a threat.
Seeing the two women unable to move, Chen Tian said, "The Buddhist Sect Lion's Roar, combined with a Demon Sect technique, is remarkably effective. But Master Liansheng, how will that stop me?"
Chen Tian strode forward and casually sent several arcs of sword energy at Liansheng Thirty-Two. To his left, Ning Que put down Yuan Thirteen Arrows, drew his plain saber, and struck at Liansheng Thirty-Two as well.
Liansheng laughed at the incoming sword energy. The Mind Power he had accumulated over many years burst forth. Burning through the last of his life force, he merely moved his fingers, and the fierce arcs dissolved into ambient Yuan Qi.
The sword energy vanished without warning. Ning Que, who had meant to sever Liansheng's head with a single stroke, was caught in Liansheng's grip instead. The Academy's representative in the world had fallen to him in one move.
Liansheng shook Ning Que in his hand. "For the Academy's representative, you're far too weak. Let