Yin Biegong was so weak that Xiang Yuan suspected he was putting on an act. Since killing Lingguang counted as avenging him, he shouted about fighting and killing, yet when the fight truly began, he held back at every turn.
This punch was heavy and mighty. Coupled with the Great Sun's suppression of evil entities, the drifting ash was blown aside. Under the blazing sun, it hissed and sent up great clouds of black mist, only taking a long while to return to Yin Biegong's original appearance.
Thinking of the Tai'e Sword in Xiao Ling's hand, then looking at the blazing Great Sun high above, Yin Biegong's expression turned grim. "So the Xiao Clan of Shendu had noticed long ago. You came prepared today."
Xiang Yuan fell silent at that. They had formed a team on the spot—where had this supposed preparation come from?
If they had to put it that way, Yin Biegong was simply unlucky. Or perhaps the Xiao Clan had been too lucky. Xiao Qiushui and Xiao Feng had spent money to avert disaster; while walking, they ran into a ghost—ptui, found a treasure—and invited him from the Southern Border to Shendu. That was why the demonic energy formation had been broken and the illusions shattered one after another.
There really had been no scheme or arrangement this time. It was purely a coincidence born of greed at the sight of treasure.
Coincidence or not, it did not stop Xiang Yuan from showing off. Raising a brow, he took out the Heavenly Aspect Fate Compass. "Just as Mister Li calculated, your Other Shore Gate has been plotting against the Xiao Clan of Shendu for quite some time."
"Speak. What exactly are you plotting?"
"My Heavenly Aspect Fate Compass!" Yin Biegong cried out, struck speechless.
Ah, so it