It would not be easy for the succubus to cut down Daoist Wu with a single sword strike.
Her figure swayed within the spiritual energy vortex, and the blade in her hand trembled without pause... not from fear, but because the spiritual energy was too violent to steady.
She gritted her teeth, unwillingness flashing through her eyes.
Yet the corners of her lips curled up slightly.
Because...
Wang Xian had arrived.
The moment she jolted violently, Wang Xian came back to his senses.
He stood there in the night sky as though he had been there all along.
He held out both hands.
They were an exceptionally clean pair of hands. No calluses, no scars, no traces of time. His skin was like white jade, his ten fingers long and steady, as though carved from the finest mutton-fat jade.
His slender fingers flicked lightly.
The rampaging mass of heaven and earth spiritual energy instantly calmed, like a beast whose head had been stroked, drawing back its fangs.
The spiritual energy vortex dispersed.
The world returned to peace.
The shopkeeper had waited ten years, and the end was finally in sight...
How could he let her hurt him, then go on to hurt Du Yulin?
Those were not words spoken aloud, but an intent that seeped from his very bones.
Wang Xian gazed at the remaining runes in the night sky and took a deep breath.
It was only a deep breath.
Yet after that breath, every flame in the night sky went out. Not blown out by wind, not doused by water... but frozen out.
In the blink of an eye, it was as though late autumn had plunged into the depths of winter.
White frost covered the bluestone streets of Azure Dragon Town, and icicles hung from the roof