Hearing the voice behind her and seeing the hand gripping the sword before her, Master Bai Yue's beautiful eyes curved with a smile. What righteous spirit, she thought, calming herself and resisting the invasion of demonic qi.
And while she was at it, she would see how Xiang Yuan handled this dish!
When Piniwen saw a young man pin down his longsword with one hand, with such immense force that he could not pull it back, his heart gave a jolt. Yet his face remained calm and unruffled as he said gently, "Whose disciple are you? How can you resist demonic qi?"
This Old Devil, who had cultivated for years beyond count, seemed to be chatting and laughing on the surface, but inside, he was panicking like mad as he considered every possibility.
How strange—could this person truly be cautious to the extreme? Alone outside, trusting no one, and during these days at Shaolin Sect, not a drop of water had passed his lips, nor a single grain of rice?
No!
Piniwen had seen it clearly. The young man was covered in demonic qi. Though it was not dense enough to form thick black mist, nor did it emit any wicked aura, the fine strands were impossible to overlook. He had indeed been afflicted by the Heavenly Demon Mind-Disordering Art.
Besides, the youth wore an evil grin. Even if he had not suffered a qi deviation, he had fallen into demonhood. It did not look like an act.
So here was the question: if you had already gone mad and fallen into demonhood, where did such tremendous strength come from?
Piniwen could not understand it, and neither could the human experts present.
Demonic qi coiled around them, and they knew better than anyone how strange and terrifying this art was.