Yet Leng Ningshuang seemed to have anticipated the red-faced man's attack.
Just as even the Mountain Lord thought she was about to give up, she transformed herself into a Longsword gleaming with cold light and stabbed straight toward him.
"You madwoman! You really are insane. Are you trying to die here with This Ancestor?"
The Mountain Lord's expression darkened as he watched the Longsword shoot toward him.
Instead of fleeing, he unleashed his strongest technique.
If she insisted on hounding him to the bitter end and refused to leave him a way out, then neither of them would walk away unscathed.
Whoosh!
Frost and fierce winds howled across the battlefield.
The Mountain Lord drove his razor-clawed arm into Leng Ningshuang's abdomen with ease.
Leng Ningshuang's Longsword pierced straight through his chest.
The two figures then plummeted to the ground like meteors. The instant they rose, they grappled and brawled like fighters who had only just stepped across the threshold of martial arts, trading blows that struck flesh.
"Leng Ningshuang, is there something wrong with your head? If you've got a problem, take it somewhere else. Why come bother this Ancestor for no—"
The Mountain Lord slammed a fist into the wound on her chest, but his exasperated complaint was cut short.
Like a rabid dog, she opened her mouth and bit down on his shoulder blade.
To ordinary people unversed in martial arts, the two wrestling on the ground might have looked like young lovers playfully scuffling.
But if those from the Ten Thousand Demon Lair or the Dao Alliance had seen them, they would never have believed these were their Demon Ancestor and Senior Sister.
Rrrip!
A bloody chunk of flesh was torn from the Mountain Lord's bare shoulder.
"Ptooey! You stink!"
Leng Ningshuang spat out the reeking flesh.