How arrogant Shibi Old Man was! Before he had broken through in the Asura Great Art, he had still harbored some wariness toward the world's great masters.
Now, he had cultivated the Asura Great Art to a realm unprecedented in the past and unmatched by any who would come after. As the saying went, "With a deadly weapon in hand, the urge to kill rises of its own accord." He was itching to pit himself against the masters who had once been his equals. How could he possibly listen to Shi Feiyang's advice?
He flicked his fly-whisk. "I came here today to catch everyone on West Nether Island in one net and avenge my disciple's murder! That old crone Dongxuan had the sense to leave beforehand. So be it—she was clever enough to escape. But you barged in halfway through, determined to save Yu Wa's life. Hell had no gate for you, yet you came knocking of your own accord.
"Still, I do know a little about you. You obtained the Two Treasures of Xuanyuan at the Qiao Mountain Sacred Mausoleum, fused your essence, qi, and spirit into the three flowers above your head, and killed that brat Yideng and Old Monster Haha. Now you no longer know how high heaven is or how deep the earth runs. So be it. If you can defeat my Five Sacred Peaks and Twelve God-Demons today, I will spare all your lives!"
As he spoke and swept his fly-whisk, he released even more Asura Blood Flame, transforming it into a "Blood Lake" spanning hundreds of miles. Its leaping waters were viscous demon flames.
This lake of blood flames completely "submerged" Shi Feiyang and the others. Endless Golden Swords, Golden Sabers, Golden Arrows, Golden Halberds, Golden Needles, Golden Pestles, Golden Wheels... sprang from the