Yu Ci's surprise was not for anything else, but solely for that name in Xia Boyang's mouth.
Crimson Yin?
Hearing this name, his mood turned thoroughly foul. Thinking of how that sword-strike to the jaw had failed to achieve its merit, thinking of how he had been deceived time and again in the days that followed, and of the various brushes with her at the source of the Boundary River, Yu Ci felt a fire rise in his chest. As for any talk of "betrayal," he paid it no heed whatsoever.
He stared at Xia Boyang, whose face was filled with righteous indignation, as though Crimson Yin's current state were less than favorable. This young sect master had unexpectedly put on the appearance of a deeply devoted lover.
Yu Ci expressed skepticism toward this, yet he did not probe any further, merely replying coldly, "Is she not dead yet?"
A single sentence detonated the air!
Xia Boyang gave an angry shout, lashing out with a hand aimed at Yu Ci's temple like a common street brawl. Yet with the cultivation of the upper stage of Returning Elixir, every gesture and movement could split steles and shatter rocks. If he were struck squarely, Yu Ci's head would be knocked right off.
With a soft whistle, Yu Ci relied upon the Void Movement Talisman to advance rather than retreat, driving straight into Xia Boyang's center.
The distance between the two shrank in an instant to a mere two feet. Firework-like bursts of spiritual radiance erupted from the narrow space. Yu Ci let out a muffled grunt and spun away as he flew back; a gap in cultivation still existed between them, yet Xia Boyang did not pursue. In the fleeting instant of close-quarters combat, at least three flaws of his had been