At this moment.
Dai Mubai lay on the ground, his fate unknown. Tang Chen clutched his chest and kept coughing up blood; the backlash from forcibly drawing out the divine nature had left half his body numb.
Tang San stood in front of his great-grandfather and Dai Mubai. The Asura Demon Sword materialized out of thin air, black sword energy coiling around him as his eyes locked firmly onto the entrance of the hall.
Footsteps drew nearer. Ye Xuan, clad in a black robe embroidered with golden patterns, slowly emerged from the blood-red mist. Divine power of life flickered around him, and wherever he passed, the bloodstains on the ground were pressed solid by an invisible force.
"Ye Xuan!" Tang San gritted his teeth and pointed his sword at him.
"Do you really think Slaughter City is a place where you can run wild?"
Ye Xuan did not respond. Little Holy King's flustered voice was ringing in his mind.
"Fuck! I remember now! The power inside that kid was a backup I left behind back then!"
Little Holy King's consciousness churned within Ye Xuan's soul, her tone both anxious and embarrassed.
"Before choosing you, I was afraid you'd try something with me, so I left a wisp of my origin outside. If you dared screw me over, I could use that trace of aura to find a new host and run away! Later, your Pokeball subdued me so thoroughly that I completely forgot about it!"
"Who would've thought that the backup I left behind would choose your enemy? Th-this..."
Little Holy King's voice was filled with helplessness.
"How about I take this wisp of aura back now? So you won't have to look at it and feel disgusted."
Ye Xuan's lips curled slightly as he replied inwardly, "No need."
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