The Miserable Scheme
Where was he?
Shuijing Grand Scholar had clearly been inside this Water Mirror House. He hadn't seen him leave—not even with his Microscopic Demonic Eyes. As far as Asura Grand Scholar could tell, Shuijing Grand Scholar hadn't gone anywhere.
But there was no trace of Shuijing Grand Scholar left. No matter how fragile someone was, even if they were blasted to smithereens, some blood qi and aura would remain. There was no reason for there to be not the slightest trace.
Asura Grand Scholar couldn't sense any lingering blood qi at all. Which meant...
He'd actually slipped away? How had he done it? Disbelief flashed through Asura Grand Scholar's lantern-like blood-red eyes. Water escape? Or some other trick?
Even water escape should have left some clues.
Damn it, was Shuijing really this slippery? Asura Grand Scholar felt a twinge of fear for the first time. Earlier, his two skills hadn't been able to detect his opponent's exact position. But now he had clearly trapped him and thought he'd had him dead to rights—yet not only had his opponent escaped, Asura hadn't sensed a thing.
That only made the crack in Asura Grand Scholar's confidence widen rapidly.
The proud Asura Grand Scholar couldn't accept it. I'm the acknowledged god of death in the Heartlands. I've fought countless battles, great and small, and never been defeated. At least eight or nine hundred experts have died at my hands. How could you, Shuijing, be any different?
Asura Grand Scholar stamped his foot in fury. The ground around him collapsed with a roar, and terrifying cracks spread in every direction like spiderwebs.
"Shuijing, you've really piqued my interest."
"Do you think I can't do anything about you just because you're playing a game of hide-and-seek?"
As Asura Grand Scholar teetered on