Near-scalding blood soaked the Demon Claw.
Ning Ke's fingers trembled.
He did not even dare pull them out.
He had never meant to hurt Lou Yunxiao this badly.
It was a wound that pierced straight through him, worse than all the injuries they had suffered in their fight combined.
Memories of the day the Flowing Cloud Sect was wiped out surfaced in his mind again.
The guilt Ning Ke had struggled to suppress surged back at that moment.
For an instant, his strong facade crumbled.
"I don't know any A Ke," he said through gritted teeth. "But do you realize you're deliberately getting yourself killed?"
"A wound like this is the last thing you want in a fight. If I wanted to, I could tear you in half right now, and your Pale Silver Sword wouldn't even be able to hurt me!"
Ning Ke was only putting on a tough front.
He knew the Divine Sword behind him was pressed right against his body.
Lou Yunxiao had deliberately stopped it.
If he had not, both of them would have been grievously wounded.
"Let go."
He ordered Lou Yunxiao.
"No."
"Let go!"
"No."
"Then I'll tear you in half!"
"Go ahead."
"..." Ning Ke choked with anger. "Have you gone mad?"
"I went mad the moment you abandoned me."
Lou Yunxiao gripped his hand tightly, with tremendous force, utterly unconcerned that the blood seeping from his wound had soaked his clothes.
He had avoided a fatal injury, so it was not a problem.
It only looked serious.
Everything was within his calculations.
"Demon Venerable." His gaze fell on the glowing ribbon he had wound around Ning Ke's wrist, his eyes filled with deep obsession. "No matter what you say today..."
"You're... not going anywhere."
They stood in the center of the