"Failure...? Heh heh... Little fellow, you truly know nothing of this Sovereign's power!"
The Demonic Nascent Soul's body floated weakly, its face deathly pale, yet there was not the slightest fear on its face.
If anything, its contemptuous gaze carried several more traces of madness.
Meeting the Nascent Soul's gaze, Daoist Yunxuan's heart inexplicably tightened, and he vaguely sensed that something was amiss.
Yet looking at the Nascent Soul before him, nearly half its body had already been pulled into his Bone Banner Magical Treasure.
Strange, sinister patterns on the banner pole lit up one after another, clearly a sign that the Magical Treasure's power had surged.
"Hmph! You deceitful pretender. Once this old man thoroughly refines you, let's see whether you can still be so arrogant!"
With a muffled snort, Daoist Yunxuan immediately suppressed the sliver of unease in his heart.
His hand movements sped up as he pushed his Magical Treasure to its limits.
It was at that moment.
"Fellow Daoist Yunxuan, watch out!"
Several warning cries suddenly rang out from the crowd behind him.
Watch out? Watch out for what?
Daoist Yunxuan froze at the words. Before he could react, a sharp pain shot through his chest.
Lowering his head instinctively, he saw a palm pierce through his heart in an instant.
Within that palm was a bloody, steaming heart, still faintly beating.
"What... is going on?"
His expression turned to shock in an instant. He turned his head instinctively, only to see a familiar figure somehow standing behind him.
That figure was none other than Ding Shoudian's body, which had just fallen beneath the impact of Xiao Wujian's sword qi.
Its eyes were hollow, and its expression was stiff, like a puppet.
Yet beneath the faintly undulating, bizarre demonic qi surrounding it, a terrifying storm seemed