Shi Yan pushed himself up against the warped iron wall.
He wiped the black blood from his chin and stared at the Spirit-Subduing Jade in Li Pingsheng's arms.
That punch had shattered his heart meridian. He had gained no advantage in a direct clash.
But the Spirit-Subduing Jade absolutely could not be lost.
The flesh on Shi Yan's body writhed as black-red demonic qi burst from every pore.
A wave of oppressive might spread through the iron room.
Enveloped in demonic qi, Shi Yan's body grew more than a foot taller, while the demonic qi behind him condensed into a blood-colored demon phantom over twenty feet tall.
The phantom had three heads and six arms, each hand gripping a bone blade formed from congealed resentment.
The surrounding iron walls groaned beneath the pressure of that aura.
Old Wu sat atop the black iron coffin, his fingers going still.
His hollow eye sockets turned toward Shi Yan.
Blood Demon True Form.
A life-or-death secret art of the Black Water Gang had actually been forced out.
Old Wu turned his head toward Li Pingsheng again, wanting to see how he would deal with it.
Li Pingsheng stood where he was.
The ice-blue patterns on his right arm were still spreading, the cold qi of the Spirit-Subduing Jade invading his body.
The golden-red vitality radiating from [Copper Skin] held back the invading chill at his elbow.
The two forces clashed beneath his flesh, and he felt pain.
He tore open his collar and shoved the ancient jade directly into his clothes, pressing it against his chest.
Extreme cold seeped into his flesh, leaving the area across his chest nearly numb.
Li Pingsheng thought of the little girl on the bed.
This jade could prolong her life.
His mind rapidly assessed the situation before