Unlike the previous two moves... while those attacks had been fierce, they had ultimately been clashes of strength against strength, sword against sword.
This time, the Succubus had not chosen to confront Ye Wudao head-on.
Rather than challenge Ye Wudao's swordsmanship directly, she had used an almost humiliating method to tell him... You think you stand high above me? Then I'll blow your lofty perch to pieces.
This was a hundred times more humiliating than being wounded by an arrow!
Rubble flew everywhere. No one had expected those three iron arrows to carry explosive talismans!
Three violent explosions left the peak of the Yan Clan's tower utterly unrecognizable. The once ornate tower roof had become a field of ruins, with broken bricks and rubble scattered everywhere as smoke and dust filled the air.
Even Ye Wudao, who had seemed like an immortal descended to the mortal world, had been forced to flee the tower at the instant of the explosions.
He leaped into the air, his white robes whipping wildly in the blast wave and his hair thrown into disarray. There was no trace left of his immortal bearing.
Like a startled bird, he slowly fell alongside countless fragments of stone. Finally, he landed in the snow, staggering two steps before steadying himself.
There was not the slightest joy on the Succubus's face atop the pavilion.
She merely watched Ye Wudao's disheveled landing with calm, her gaze as cold as ice and snow.
There was no mockery in her eyes, no triumph, not even any unnecessary emotion, as though all of this were only natural.
"Demoness, die!"
His dignity had been damaged, yet he still had not slain the Succubus!
For the proud Ye Wudao, this was simply unbearable!
He had cultivated for a century and had never known an