"During the battle just now, the Ancestral Dragon was severely wounded, yet repeatedly used the Demon Clan's self-healing abilities. Of everyone in the tower, who is most proficient in Demon Clan abilities? Does that even need saying? Besides, a fellow Daoist at my side just searched the souls of your two Demon Heads and found that they contained very little divine soul power. From those scant soul remnants, he also learned that you were proficient in the Heart Demon Great Art. If I still couldn't work out that you were behind this, I would truly be far too slow." Shen Luo let out a soft breath as he spoke.
"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Shen, your mind is keen indeed. To deduce everything from those few scraps of clues... losing to you is no injustice. Kill me if you wish. But before I die, could you let me meet the fellow Daoist proficient in soul-searching? Let me know whose hands brought about my defeat, so I can die content." Mr. Zi gave a bitter laugh.
Shen Luo smiled faintly without answering, then suddenly swept out his sleeve. A translucent white curtain of light appeared before him-the Mountains, Rivers, State and Society Diagram, auspicious radiance rising from its entire surface.
Black light flickered outside the white curtain, revealing countless incredibly fine black threads. Each writhed like a living thing, trying to penetrate the Mountains, Rivers, State and Society Diagram, but all were blocked.
"Fellow Daoist Zi, you praise my keen mind, but to my eyes, your schemes run as deep as the sea. This is heart demon power, isn't it? You secretly used your abilities while we were talking. Had I not been on guard, I really would have struggled to notice." Shen Luo sneered repeatedly.
At the sight, Mr. Zi's expression abruptly