Within Su Shi'er's Sea of Consciousness, his spiritual sense stirred, swiftly condensing into a tiny pale-yellow sword.
Old Monster Huang served the Demon Shadow Palace. Su Shi'er had harbored killing intent from the very beginning, naturally guarding against the other man fleeing.
Yet before the Spiritual Sense Sword could flash forth, Witty Scholar's voice suddenly rang by his ear.
"Fellow Daoist, please lend An a hand!"
The abrupt voice made Su Shi'er pause slightly. In that instant of distraction, by the time he tried to strike again, Old Monster Huang had already vanished from the range of his spiritual sense.
Su Shi'er's expression remained unchanged. He immediately dispersed the Spiritual Sense Sword in his Sea of Consciousness and quickly turned to look at Witty Scholar.
There, Witty Scholar was dragging his heavily wounded body as he desperately urged the brush Magical Treasure in his hand.
Surging True Yuan spread out like rolling tides, tugging at two black wooden nails not far away.
And the direction those two wooden nails pointed toward was none other than Shen Luoyan, who was undergoing Tribulation Transcendence in the distance.
Su Shi'er raised his brow slightly. His flying sword moved once more, decisively cutting down the two wooden nails and drawing them into his sleeve as well.
His gaze then fell on Witty Scholar, and doubt immediately arose in his heart.
Old Monster Huang's sneak attack had been launched in haste, and he was already injured. It was simply impossible for him to unleash much power.
Yet Su Shi'er had not sensed those two wooden nails at all.
It was as though they had appeared out of thin air.
Before Su Shi'er could figure out the reason, Witty Scholar let out a long breath. "What a detestable Old Monster Huang. He truly is vicious to