Though small, the flame was like a golden Buddhist bell, firmly shielding the space within a yard of Wang Xian. No matter how the demonic energy battered it, it stood unmoving.
Had there been an onlooker at that moment, someone like Ye Honglian, a sword cultivator who loathed evil,
or a perceptive immortal maiden like Ji Yaoguang, they would likely have drawn their swords against her long ago.
For at that moment, besides the demonic light flowing over Wuyue's nearly perfect naked body, she also radiated an indescribable, sinister allure that pierced straight to the depths of the soul.
It seemed capable of stirring the most primitive desires and fears in every living being, making them willingly sink into depravity and offer themselves up as sacrifices.
Faced with the startling ease with which her attack had been dispelled, Wuyue showed little frustration. The fury in her howl only grew.
Her eyes grew more and more savage. She seemed to regard this as a game, a warm-up before the hunt.
The amber flame in Wang Xian's eyes burned quietly, gathered and undispersed, locking onto Wuyue's aura.
If she dared take even one more step, this seemingly tiny flame would unleash a thunderous strike.
Sure enough, Wuyue, who had been utterly brazen, leaned back ever so slightly before this flame of pure yang. A clear flicker of wariness passed through her scarlet eyes.
It was not fear, but more like the caution of a beast facing prey covered in thorns.
The standoff lasted only a few breaths.
Suddenly, the corner of Wang Xian's mouth lifted in the faintest, most eerie smile.
As that smile appeared, the flame in his eyes gave a slight flicker.
Then the amber flame hovering outside him, along with the light in his eyes, quietly vanished as though