The streak of light faded.
Revealing a bloodless, utterly disheveled, effeminate face.
It was none other than the Six-Eyed Demon Lord, who had just escaped the crowd's encirclement by self-destructing.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
After another violent fit of coughing.
The Six-Eyed Demon Lord suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood, and his aura instantly withered to its lowest point.
His legs gave out beneath him, and he collapsed onto the ground.
The self-destruction of his Dharma Manifestation had brought an enormous backlash.
The surface of his Demonic Core was already covered in dense cracks.
This time, his very foundation had truly been damaged.
"You don't have that chance."
A voice brimming with killing intent and devoid of all emotion.
Suddenly came from behind the Six-Eyed Demon Lord.
Six Eyes's heart shuddered.
He spun around sharply.
A figure dressed in coarse hemp clothes was slowly walking toward him, expressionless.
It was Xiao Yuan, the Holy Son of the Martial Immortal Hall.
"Y-You... who are you?"
Six Eyes's voice was hoarse.
Xiao Yuan sneered. "Martial Immortal Hall, Xiao Yuan."
"Xiao Yuan..."
Six Eyes's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
He could not have been more familiar with the name Xiao Yuan.
That so-called "sacred relic," likely the greatest fortune on the Heavenly Martial Continent, was in his hands.
Six Eyes had originally planned to capture and kill Xiao Yuan to seize the sacred relic after breaking through to the Late-stage Innate realm.
But he had never expected.
Xiao Yuan to come knocking on his own door.
Had it been half an hour ago, Xiao Yuan delivering himself into the net would have made him burst into wild laughter.
But now...
The Six-Eyed Demon Lord stared fixedly at Xiao Yuan.
"X-Xiao Yuan, what exactly do you want?"
"What do I want?"
Xiao Yuan sneered.