Looking at the sword, a flicker of pain crossed Wang Xian's face.
It was as if the wisps of demonic aura in the void had been reborn. The fine threads swelled in an instant, taking shape as a demonic sword!
The demonic aura surged. Wang Xian's expression changed.
From afar, Wuyue's face remained expressionless, and even her gaze gradually turned cold.
Behind Wang Xian, the golden sun's diamond-eyed visage was slowly veiled by a strange black mist. The mist grew thicker and thicker, turning the Buddha's once-compassionate face ferocious and violent, even grotesque.
Wuyue gave a cold shout. "I saved your life. Now it's time for you to repay me!"
Wang Xian shook his head. "When I helped you rebuild your body, we were already even!"
"We're not even!"
At Wuyue's shriek, even her snow-white, supple breasts trembled for an instant.
Pointing the demonic sword at Wang Xian, she cried, "Your life, your body, everything you have is mine!"
Wang Xian replied coldly, "You've fallen into demonic ways!"
"So what?"
Wuyue's expression changed. She let out a low growl, and her long black hair streamed in the windless air. Her body seemed to have been provoked; the vast black mist mingled in an instant with the golden light, now fading.
Black mist billowed around the demonic sword in her hand, like a ten-thousand-year-old fiend bursting from the abyss. Even if the Vajra were here, it couldn't stop the demonic aura from surging and spreading!
Pointing her sword at Wang Xian, Wuyue smiled coldly. "The moment I was robbed of my body, I became neither human nor ghost. How am I any different from a demoness?"
"You were being hunted. If I hadn't stepped in, you'd have been dead already!"
"What's so bad about being a demoness? Don't put on that