Everyone cared about saving face. Demon Gods were no exception.
Tie Feiyan would not throw away his life for pride the way Shang Man had, but getting beaten black and blue by her student in front of his greatest rival—at least, that was how he saw her—went far beyond what he could bear. And "black and blue" was as much as he would admit.
If a mere student could do this to him, didn't that mean Bi Lingkong herself could kill him on the spot, with no chance of saving him?
Was the gap really that vast?
Impossible!
Outrageous!
His emotions surged. Whether it was anger, fear, or humiliation, he could not have said. For a moment, he lost all Sanity.
Fortunately, Pan Long's last strike had been powerful enough to char him from head to toe. Great swathes of skin and flesh on his face and body had burned away, so no matter how absurd an expression he made now, nobody could see it.
Otherwise—back in the day, if Zhao Sheng and Wen Chao had witnessed this, they would have photographed him at once. They could have used the picture to threaten him for years to come, certain he would bow his head, admit defeat, and accept Great Xia's rule.
Tie "Charred" Yan came charging in. Even Bi Lingkong, let alone Pan Long, was startled.
She instinctively took human form and swept out a hand. Lightning spread into a wall between them.
"Old Tie, calm down!" she shouted. "The way I see it, what you need most right now is a bath, a change of clothes, and a good comb through your hair..."
The lightning checked Tie Feiyan before he could reach them. He calmed down a little and suddenly realized how wretched he looked.
He gave an angry