"Again!"
Yang Lao thought, This can't go on like this. His strength still had to be saved for the later trials; he absolutely could not squander it on some Golden Core brat. Now—
The battle between the two grew ever more deadlocked. Yang Lao's every move carried killing intent, and just as he was about to unleash his signature technique, Huang Qixuan's scream tore through the entire prison.
"Someone's dead."
A spectator spoke coldly. Huang Qixuan was something of a celebrity in Pingshui City, and quite a few people in the prison recognized him. For someone like him to die—at the hands of the female cultivator he had once defeated through despicable means—was truly a cause for unbridled delight.
This segment from the Shadow Recording Stone would sell for a fine price.
Hearing this, Yang Lao truly had no time left to mind the brat wielding the blade and charged straight at Huang Qixuan. Yet Huang Qixuan had been poisoned by his own poison; even if a great Luo immortal descended, he could not be saved.
A despicable man would surely die beneath his own vileness.
"Huang Qixuan, you managed to defeat me once through vile means. Did you really think you could win a second time?" The nimble female cultivator landed lightly, her face still stained with blood. Yet as she stood there, she was like an invisible sharp blade that pierced straight through Huang Qixuan's dark heart, and that powerless feeling of being controlled and dominated swept over him once more.
In the end, he truly had nothing left.
Huang Qixuan hated it. He hated everyone under heaven. Unfortunately... no one cared whether he lived or died. Even Yang Lao, who had rushed over, did not regret his impending death; he had merely come because of an order