At that moment, someone grabbed Song Nance and demanded, "What's wrong with you? Why did you bring an enemy back? Who is he?"
Song Nance looked bitter. "He's Tang Changsheng, a Direct Lineage True Disciple of the Taiyi Immortal Sword Order..."
The Fire Demon Sect disciples sucked in a sharp breath. A man's name cast a shadow as long as a tree's. Tang Changsheng's reputation was formidable now, especially among the Demon Sects...
Song Nance was notoriously cunning. He had recognized Tang Changsheng the moment Tang rescued him.
After all, Tang Changsheng had shown his face on Cloudtail Mountain before.
But Song Nance had pretended not to know him. He was merely a Yin Spirit cultivator; exposing Tang Changsheng's identity would have been asking for death.
He had even deliberately treated Tang Changsheng as an envoy of Purple Dusk and led him here, intending to join forces with his fellow disciples and surround and kill him.
Song Nance was cunning, but Tang Changsheng was more decisive. Before anyone expected it, Tang struck, leaving Song without even a chance to expose his identity.
Their contest of wits and strength had been remarkable. Song Nance's earlier performance really had fooled Tang Changsheng.
But when Song hurried back, he let slip the slightest flaw, and Tang Changsheng struck first. The Fire Demon Sect had no time to react. If Tang had not left these few alive to test his sword, everyone here might already have been reduced to ash.
Song Nance had only just finished explaining all this to the others when a voice sounded beside his ear. "So that's how it was!"
His body and mind suddenly went hollow. Looking back, he saw Tang Changsheng standing behind him—who knew when he had arrived? A streak of sword light shot toward Song.
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