Lin Wuyou stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression utterly calm, every inch of him composed.
"Daring to stir up conflict within the Demon Shadow Palace's sect gate—no matter where you come from, you have successfully kindled Lin's wrath."
No sooner had the words fallen than—
Before Ning Yuanqi could speak again, a sword gleam tore through the sky. The flying sword that had been stowed in his sleeve reappeared, shooting straight at Ning Yuanqi with lightning speed.
The icy sword light swept up an unbroken tide of sword intent.
"Lin Wuyou, you think this old man is afraid of you?"
Rage burned in Ning Yuanqi's heart. Demonic Yuan surged violently around him, and his eyes swirled with intense fury.
"Six Jia Opens Heaven · Three Origins Descend Purple Qi!"
His furious roar rang out as he repeatedly urged his sword formula. In an instant, the sword light before him split into six, carrying supreme demonic might as it charged straight toward Lin Wuyou.
The two sides' attacks collided in midair, and Lin Wuyou's continuous sword momentum was shattered on the spot.
"Calling you Sect Master Lin was giving you face. Since you do not know life from death, do not blame this old man for showing no mercy."
"This Demon Shadow Palace... has no need to continue existing either."
Ning Yuanqi moved again, seizing the opportunity to unleash another powerful move.
Demonic might churned violently. It not only displayed the strength of his cultivation, but the Demonic Yuan filling it also possessed the power to disrupt one's mind.
"Using Demonic Yuan to drive Daoist arts—is this... all you are capable of?"
"Heavenly Demonic Illusory Art · Demon Devours the World!"
Under the impact of the demonic might, Lin Wuyou remained calm.
With a low shout, however,