"Cough, cough... So it was you Demonic Cultivators who were pulling strings behind the Sacred Spirit Cult."
Su Shi'er's Nascent Soul coughed repeatedly. As he spoke, he swiftly rose from the ground and looked up at the towering figure before him.
At the same time, his faint divine sense swept behind him. Sensing the Demon Shadow Palace sect gate more than three miles away, he could not help but sigh inwardly in regret.
A distance of over three miles was but an instant to the Nascent Soul Evasion Technique.
Yet now, with his Nascent Soul Yuan exhausted, that distance seemed incomparably long to him.
Regret was regret, but in the face of Ning Yuanqi, he maintained an unruffled posture throughout.
"So what if it is? So what if it isn't?"
"You and I bear no deep hatred against one another. Back then, moving against you was not this old man's intention either—it was the will of the Demon Shadow Palace's Venerable Lord."
"If you had remained in seclusion and cultivated quietly, we naturally could have lived in peace. But of all things, you should not have provoked my Sacred Spirit Cult again. Today, the road ahead of you has been severed. Only the road to death remains."
Demonic Yuan surged in Ning Yuanqi's palm as he loudly shouted at Su Shi'er.
Within that razor-sharp killing intent lay even deeper apprehension.
Su Shi'er's reputation had long preceded him, and Ning Yuanqi had fought him many times in the past, only to return empty-handed each time.
Even though he held every advantage at this moment, and the man before him appeared like a candle flame flickering in the wind, he did not dare show the slightest contempt.
"The road to death? This is Demon Shadow Palace territory. If you make a move