"How, exactly, did you know all this?"
The Myriad Spider Devil Lord's gaze turned exceptionally wary.
The power he had used before had all merely drawn upon the strength of this body, but that final flickering golden radiance—
It had come from the inheritance at the root of his existence.
It was authority bestowed by the supreme being of ten million years ago. Before such ultimate laws of the Dao, later generations of cultivators should have been utterly incapable of resisting, utterly incapable of keeping pace.
Yet Ye Xiu before him seemed to have anticipated it all.
He had not continued using his spiritual-energy-forged body, tempered to the utmost limit, to withstand the attack head-on.
On the contrary, he had maneuvered and tangled with him instead. In the end, a vaguely familiar ripple of wind and clouds had even appeared at his side.
The wind and clouds neutralized the gleaming sharpness, rapidly corroding and consuming it.
Without betraying a hint of emotion, the Myriad Spider Devil Lord glanced at the two sharp spider-spear claws that had sprouted from his hands. Their tips still gleamed with an icy light, yet traces of rust had already appeared along the blades beneath...
"Let me guess. You're wondering where that spirit wind I just used came from, why it feels so familiar to you, and why it leaves you so helpless, right?"
Ye Xiu strode forward with utter ease, completely unconcerned that, given their abilities, an ambush across such a short distance would only take a breath to end his life.
As he spoke, he reached out and took out a jade pendant of bluish-green.
At its center, a miniature dragon scale could be clearly seen sealed within.
The Azure Dragon's figure swam and writhed inside it. Its lifeless eyes would occasionally flash with