"I'd like to see just how you plan to walk away safe and sound today—and take Hu Meier with you."
His hands moved again and again. Zheng Qi's gaze fell on Su Shi'er, killing intent chilling in his eyes, and his tone carried more than a little disdain.
The moment his words fell, the demonic art driven by surging Demonic Essence rushed straight toward Su Shi'er with the force of a raging flood.
Facing the incoming attack, Su Shi'er remained unhurried, utterly composed.
"What? In such a hurry to rush to your death?"
The retort rang out, Su Shi'er's voice tinged with mockery.
He was not surprised in the slightest by Hu Meier's worry.
Were it any cultivator, seeing the situation he was in now, none would possibly think well of his chances.
But... through all the paths he had walked, he had always had his own considerations in everything he did. How could he care what others thought?
"Rush to my death? Good! Good!! Good!!! What fine words—rushing to my death."
Zheng Qi let out a cold laugh.
"An arrogant wretch like you has truly opened my eyes."
"Since that's the case, I'll send you on your way first, then take my time dealing with this Qingqiu Fox Maiden."
"I hope your strength is greater than your mouth. Otherwise, today, you won't merely die and have your Dao dispersed. I will make sure your soul flies apart and scatters, never to be reborn for all eternity."
His words had only just fallen.
The Demonic Qi around Zheng Qi churned, rising another level.
The black crescent moon in the air gave off black light, like a layer of black gauze shrouding heaven and earth.
Five blood-colored chains split off into dense demonic patterns, spreading toward Su Shi'er's direction amid rattling