A Lamp

The seventh-rank demon king Bai Kui placed great importance on his disciple Xuan Ba. This differed from the human race's inheritance of mantle and lineage—once Xuan Ba's Black Tortoise divine form reached the sixth rank, it could undergo further transformations, making him immensely important to Bai Kui.

He had brought his disciple here to gain experience in this Heaven-Human Covenant gathering, never expecting Xuan Ba to be beaten to death.

Bai Kui was not someone who could not accept defeat, but he was truly somewhat enraged—chiefly by Xuan Ba's stupidity.

After being gravely wounded by Ru Dian's first strike, he had failed to learn his lesson. During that final blow, he had still been charging power and waiting to pursue, only for that little human to rise against the tide. Using the Lesser Sumeru divine power, she forcibly took the strike head-on, then returned it all to Xuan Ba, blasting him to death on the spot.

Xuan Ba's bloodline power was exceptionally strange and wondrous, and he walked the path of Unity of Form and Spirit. For that very reason, it was difficult for him to use death-substitution spells or Dharma Artifacts.

This time, having been killed meant being dead beyond all doubt. Though that little human cultivator was also doomed to die, this grievance was truly hard to swallow.

Bai Kui was full of anger yet had no one upon whom to vent it. At that moment, Dragon Scale Island helplessly raised a boundless, heavy wave of mana, confronting Bai Kui's emanating aura from afar. It was precisely the aura of Lord Hongyuan.

Bai Kui snorted coldly. Fighting Hongyuan was nothing in itself, but it would violate the rules between heavenly ranks and cause considerable trouble. More importantly, fighting Hongyuan would be utterly meaningless.

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