In Sha, Demonic Energy surged across the sky above, sweeping forth like crashing waves.
Though Meng Ru Yan reacted quickly, she still failed to block all the lightning Nie Jun had unleashed.
"Nie Jun, as expected of you. Your Nine Heavens Thunderclap Swordplay is truly impressive!"
Watching the thunderbolts crackling around her, she offered a heartfelt compliment.
"Thank you for the praise. You're no slouch yourself—you managed to block my attack without suffering much harm!"
Seeing that the woman still had time to critique his Cultivation Technique in the midst of their fight, Nie Jun felt a flicker of shock. At the same time, the purple thunderbolt between his brows shone ever brighter, as though he were already preparing his next strike.
As long as he could keep the Demon Clan Saintess occupied, Zhao Muchen might not be able to escape right away, but he would still be able to protect himself.
After all, Zhao Muchen had been famous for years and was the lord of Demon Suppression Pass. He was sure to have no shortage of life-saving trump cards.
Though he was in poor condition at the moment, there was almost no chance that Yin Jiu You alone could kill him. Otherwise, how could Demon Suppression Pass have stood for tens of thousands of years on the front line between the Human Race and the demons?
At the very least, Zhao Muchen could hold out until reinforcements arrived!
When the incident began, Nie Jun had been meditating in seclusion within the pass. The moment he heard the tremendous commotion caused by the three combatants, he rushed over as fast as he could.
The other deputy city lords stationed at Demon Suppression Pass should have noticed something amiss by now, even if they reacted a little slower than he had.