On the other side, the Heavenly Heart Sacred Ancestor, who had already retreated far away, gaped in disbelief and cried out tremblingly, "Su Old Devil?"
Still atop Little Su Mountain, Su Beiheng gently kissed Ye Wuyan on the forehead and said, "Wuyan, Pei Kuang has finally come. I have to finish this last matter. I'll be back soon to keep you company."
As his words fell, he stepped out into the air from Little Su Mountain and rose high above the sword formation.
After glancing at the praying people around North Dance City, he smiled faintly and transformed into a streak of sword light, vanishing from sight.
When he reappeared, he was already at Sikong Jing's side...
Then he took another step through the air, standing before Sikong Jing as he looked toward Pei Kuang and Madam Raccoon outside the formation.
Su Beiheng said calmly, "Pei Kuang, let's have another fight!"
Creak, creak, creak...
At this moment, Pei Kuang no longer had the composure and calmness he had shown when facing Sikong Jing. He stared fixedly at the suddenly appearing Su Beiheng, his fists somehow already clenched tight, producing a series of creaking sounds.
He was utterly shocked. Su Old Devil was actually still alive?
Finally, after several breaths, Pei Kuang could not help but let out a low roar. "Su Beiheng, you actually faked your death here to wait for me?"
Of course, Pei Kuang's first thought was...
Su Old Devil had faked his death before. He had wanted everyone in the world to believe that he was dead, that he had died for love, and then wait for Pei Kuang to come break his Beiheng Sword Formation.
Unlike Pei Kuang, Su Beiheng remained expressionless. He merely shook his head lightly.
"You're wrong. I truly died at that time."