Daoist Purple Duckweed's expression darkened. She stared fixedly at Xiang Yuan, gritting her teeth, wishing she could hack him into eight pieces.
Anyone unaware of the truth might have thought some scumbag had deceived her feelings.
This was worse.
She had been swindled out of money!
For matters of the heart, grit your teeth and treat it as having been bitten by a dog. Money was different—grit your teeth, and the interest would only roll and roll and roll, leaving a hero's spirit cut short for the rest of their life.
She was, in the end, a sensible big sister. Knowing that the mountain of debt she owed was insignificant beside the crisis facing the Sect Gate, she sent Xiang Yuan a voice transmission, explaining Daoist Jiehai's identity. "Be careful of his Blood God Child avatars. This art comes from the Blood Sea Dao. It destroys the flesh and Primordial Spirit, and even defiles magical artifacts. Do not let them get close."
Why would a Tongyou-realm grandmaster of the Blood Sea Dao appear at Sword Heart Studio? Could it be that the Old Devil sealed in the forbidden grounds had escaped?
What did I say? Evil must be rooted out completely. You can't use seals on devilheads—sooner or later, something will go wrong!
Xiang Yuan grumbled inwardly as he raised his head toward the sky. The sea of blood stretched across the heavens, ripples spreading through it. Beyond the surging crimson radiance, a pair of demonic eyes parted the bloody light and looked down, arrogant and disdainful, as though admiring a fine show of desperate struggling.
I'll blow your eyes out!
White light burst from Xiang Yuan's eyes. He stomped the ground, terrifying force erupting beneath his feet and shattering a wide swath of bluestone tiles. His body became a