Beneath the Remnant Tower, the two stood dozens of yards apart.
"Bone Filth Child, you should think this through. This Remnant Tower was never yours to begin with. Leaving costs you nothing," Li Qingxian advised kindly.
Bone Filth Child opened his mouth and said, "Last time, I witnessed your Dao Sect grand art. Today, I'll let you witness my Devil Sect grand art!"
Violence like dark clouds surged within Bone Filth Child's emerald-green pupils, as though he meant to vent every scrap of power that had been severely damaged by the Imperial Realm Finger Divine Incantation and suppressed beyond use by the Nether Child and Weird Games.
Shen Xiaoyi hurriedly sent him a voice transmission. "Be careful. Bone Filth Child is an Evil Devil Child. Once he goes all out, he may not only use Devil Sect grand arts, but might even invoke an Evil God. When evil and devil become one, they are the strangest of all."
Li Qingxian nodded lightly, narrowing his eyes as he stared intently at Bone Filth Child.
"I once offered my hair!" After Bone Filth Child spoke, all the hair he had lost—his hair, eyebrows, beard, and every other strand—sprouted from his skin. They glowed a ghastly green like jade, every strand sharp as a needle.
At the tip of every hair appeared a tiny white eyeball, floating and drifting as it slowly turned.
Everyone's hair stood on end, and a chill ran down their spines.
Bone Filth Child's bones crackled wildly as his body shot up another three feet.
"I once offered my nails!" The nails lost from his fingers and toes rapidly grew back with grating creaks, enlarging and twisting. Upon each of the twenty nails sat a bald evil devil, wreathed in black smoke.
Bone Filth Child's body swelled again, reaching