"Not bad."
Ye Xiu watched Han Mingxuan straighten up before him. The wounds on his body had completely vanished, and the arrogance and confidence from before were gone from his face, replaced by the relief and ease of surviving a great calamity.
"Oh? You still haven't left?"
Han Mingxuan glanced at Ye Xiu, feeling rather curious.
With a casual flick of his hand, a fierce gale howled toward Ye Xiu's face.
Its speed was astonishing, its force immense—already far beyond what an ordinary Purple Mansion cultivator could touch.
Not to mention the Han Mingxuan from before; even Han Mingxuan while controlling the Six Paths Formation could not have wielded such power.
"Why should I run?"
Though the gale came roaring straight at his face, not a trace of panic appeared on Ye Xiu's face.
His left hand shifted slightly forward, and the lightning-wreathed halberd at his left cleaved straight down. Fierce, explosive lightning swiftly tore through the storm. Its core was shattered, and the gale that could have overturned heaven and earth instantly began to weaken.
By the time it truly reached Ye Xiu, it was no more than a harmless breeze.
"The story has only just raised its curtain. If I leave now, wouldn't I miss a fine show for nothing?"
Ye Xiu looked at Han Mingxuan before him.
Or rather, he was no longer the former sect master of the Three Realms Sect.
"You are not a pure heart demon."
Ye Xiu's words sounded like a question, yet they carried an unquestionable certainty.
"Under normal circumstances, a heart demon would not need to expend so much effort to seize a body. On the surface, your actions seemed to be urging Han Mingxuan into madness, damaging his mind so you could seize his body—but in truth, your target was