"You bastard! What nonsense are you spouting?" The female disciple could not help turning to glare at him.
"Watch out!" the flippant disciple hurriedly shouted.
He thrust out his longsword and deflected the gang edge with a bang, smoothly shielding the female disciple behind him.
"Senior Brother Yuan..." The female disciple was utterly heartbroken. She could not accept that the senior brother she admired and revered had succumbed to qi deviation and slaughtered his fellow disciples. Had she let her guard slip just now, he would have killed her too.
"According to the explanations circulating among Puppet Dao practitioners, madness caused by heart demons should be a form of mental illness... The patient needs urgent treatment." The flippant disciple's expression grew serious, but he did not clash head-on with the man opposite him.
After all, his opponent was one of the finest disciples of the younger generation. Though he had lost his senses after succumbing to his demons, he could still instinctively execute his sword formulas, and his magic power had increased severalfold.
Confident as he was in himself, he did not think he could handle him easily.
But these days, profound cultivation and powerful magic did not guarantee victory. In the blink of an eye, the flippant disciple drew a gleaming silver pistol from his pocket. With a bang, a Sword Pill shot from its barrel.
These pistols, which fired Sword Pills, were crafted entirely using the methods by which Core Formation Cultivators refined gang essence. Although applying those methods to Mechanism Devices imposed limitations in craftsmanship and cost, some truly outstanding creations existed, surpassing cultivators several times over.
The pistol this disciple wielded was just such a masterpiece. When it fired, its power rivaled an attack from a late Core Formation Sword Cultivator!
A bloody hole instantly appeared