Lin Wuyou and Wei Wushuang, Secrets of Demonic Cultivation

Within the golden core, Wei Wushuang's soul body stood with his hands on his hips, his gaze disdainful as he looked down upon Lin Wuyou from on high.

The invincible Wushuang Young Master had suffered a crushing loss at Su Shi'er's hands—that was one thing.

After all, the Heavenly Sword Art was renowned far and wide. Let alone him, even if the Palace Master came in person, she would likely have to fear it to some degree.

But now, some guy at the Foundation Establishment stage, a newcomer to the Demon Palace who had merely stepped in dog shit and been selected by the Demon Palace's Palace Master as a candidate for Palace Master—

Actually dared to provoke him?

This filled Wei Wushuang with rage! He felt that his dignity had been challenged, and the flames of fury in his heart could not be quelled!

"Whether Palace Master You Ruo is blind or not, does it matter to a dead man?"

Lin Wuyou calmly activated his technique and mobilized the True Yuan within him. His casual question and offhand tone prodded at Wei Wushuang's sensitive pride from every angle, driving Wei Wushuang into an uncontrollable fury.

"A dead man? Dead man this, dead man that! I hope you can still say that with a smile later!"

Wei Wushuang's gaze turned cold. Within the golden core, a surge of pure True Yuan erupted and poured into the ancient longsword.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

Black mist churned as boundless Demonic Qi spread out.

A fierce sword radiance slowly emerged.

Wei Wushuang had only a golden core remaining. The power of this move was weaker by untold times compared with when he possessed a physical body.

Even so, under normal circumstances, its power was more than enough to deal with a Foundation Establishment cultivator.