The Embryonic Earthly Fiend Arts, King White Dragon

His fingers curled slightly.

A handful of mountain spring water splashed down.

The Mountain Sparrow Spirit was drenched from head to face. Water went up her nose, leaving her coughing incessantly. Once she came to, she immediately spread her wings to flee.

Before Xuanming needed to act, the Peachwood Sword abruptly rose into the air, its tip aimed between her brows, looking ready to poke a hole in her if she tried to run again. It even deliberately left an escape route open, as though afraid the Mountain Sparrow Spirit might not flee, quivering with eagerness.

A chill ran through her heart. With circumstances stronger than any demon, the Mountain Sparrow Spirit instantly behaved herself. Light flickered, and she transformed into a female demon in a red-and-blue dress, with a pretty face and a petite figure. She knelt in terror, her expression horrified and her body trembling.

"This lowly demon pays her respects to you, Daoist."

Stroking his beard, Xuanming wasted no words and went straight to his question. "Why were you secretly following that Flood Serpent?"

Seeing the Mountain Sparrow Spirit remain silent, he said unhurriedly, "If you tell me the truth, I may leave an opening in the net and spare your life. If you conceal even the slightest thing, I will cut you down without mercy."

The Peachwood Sword hummed right on cue, flying about excitedly. As its terrifying sword intent bore down on her, the Mountain Sparrow Spirit felt like a tiny boat amid monstrous waves, swept along and swallowed by the surging waters, liable to capsize at any moment, her vessel shattered and sunk, beyond all hope of salvation.

Her scalp prickled. It was as though she had fallen into an ice cavern, cold piercing her entire body. Not daring to harbor any more sly