"Not bad! You actually withstood one percent of my power without dying. You have every reason to be proud."
At that moment, Sentience Fu Hua's voice reached him... making the old man question his life once again. Only one percent of her power? No! That was impossible. How could a human possess such terrifying strength? She was not human at all.
Could she not be human?
The old man looked at her suspiciously. She did not look like a demon at all—she was clearly human!
There were no demonic features on her body. Normally, no matter how perfectly a demon assumed human form, it was difficult to fool a cultivator's eyes. Yet she had none of a demon's characteristics, nor did she possess any demonic aura.
If she were a demon, the barrier would have reacted when she entered the city. Not even one of the Four Great Demon Emperors could avoid that.
"Can you still get up? Can you still get up?"
Sentience Fu Hua looked at the old man sprawled before her, feeling like she had not had enough fun yet.
"..."
The old man said nothing, but he still struggled to his feet.
Then he took something out and swallowed it. His complexion seemed to improve considerably.
"Looks like we can keep going. Then... watch closely! Here comes my attack." Seeing the old man stand, Fu Hua casually flung several streams of sword qi at him.
The old man seemed to be getting serious. His face flushed an unnatural red, but his magical power became far stronger than before. The Cliff-Slaying Sword in his hand answered Fu Hua's sword qi as he slowly pressed closer to her.
He seemed to have used some method to drain his life force and potential in exchange for a temporary boost.