After he finished speaking, one of Shangguan Wuchen's pupils gradually turned black, while the other became a ghastly white.
One white and one black, like demons beneath the abyss, poised to devour Wang Xian's divine soul.
Yet he was clearly in no hurry. With his powerful divine soul...
He wanted to play a game of cat and mouse with Wang Xian as he faced death.
Without waiting for Wang Xian to reply, Shangguan Wuchen continued, "That witch severed my right arm, but she never imagined that I would devour your divine soul!"
Wang Xian nodded. "So you want to seize my body, then go poison Senior Bai?"
"Exactly, just as you said..."
Shangguan Wuchen threw back his head and laughed wildly, his beard trembling in disarray as tears streamed down his face.
Drawing his spirit sword and pointing it at Wang Xian, he shouted coldly, "Did that dead woman think cutting off one of my arms would be enough to kill me?"
"Looks like Senior Bai was still too soft-hearted!"
Without another word, Wang Xian slashed out with his sword.
One Sword No Trace streaked toward Shangguan Wuchen.
The sword qi tore through the air and instantly struck Shangguan Wuchen's black eye.
Yet Shangguan Wuchen merely blinked, and the sword qi vanished without a trace.
Like wind passing through branches, making the flowers tremble ever so slightly—nothing more happened.
Wang Xian's expression remained calm, though inwardly he sighed.
Master has seen me on the platform by now. He should make a move, right?
But the old Daoist's voice came from within his divine sea. "Relying on yourself is better than relying on others. If you face such a crisis again next time, what will you do?"
Wang Xian was momentarily at a loss.
He recalled his first journey to the