Xu Xiyue had not expected them to force Zhu Ziqian, the Blood Demon Sect's holy son, to use the Heaven-Changing Earth-Striking Demonic Art so soon.
In truth, with Zhu Ziqian's cultivation and the demonic arts at his command, the lightning-fast blood escape of the Blood Shadow Demonic Art had already put him beyond defeat.
If he had fought steadily, Xie Guan would undoubtedly have lost!
At Xie Guan's level of cultivation, he could only use Master Lotus Pond's Surging Wave Buddha Hand a few times.
Yet things had come to this.
Xu Xiyue had a nagging feeling that the composed young man standing at the edge of the great pit had planned every step long ago.
He had counted on Zhu Ziqian striking first, then seized the chance to "taunt" him, luring Zhu Ziqian in step by step until the fight had taken this shape.
This illegitimate son of the Xie Clan, not yet of age, impressed her more and more.
The three guards looked tense. The battle had reached its decisive moment.
The Demon Master's face betrayed neither joy nor sorrow.
The lame old man, however, quietly gathered his strength. Outwardly, his Ninth Grade of Martial Dao cultivation was as calm as still water; inside, thunder was already rolling through his body.
You held the bone whip and smiled at the disheveled Zhu Ziqian.
"I only meant to take your head and give you a quick death, out of consideration for Yuzhi."
Your voice was soft. You had merely repeated what Zhu Ziqian had said moments ago.
Zhu Ziqian, who had still been hesitating, could bear it no longer. Demonic energy roiled in his hands.
"Scum like you have no right to say Yuzhi's name."
"Xie Guan, you're courting death!"
His blood boiled. Without another moment's hesitation, he drove