Ning Xiaoxiao watched Gao Ze leave.
Her hand tightened at her side.
There was another reason she cared so much about Ning Ke.
She felt that... he bore some resemblance to her brother.
Though this was her first meeting with the Demon Venerable, he somehow felt faintly familiar.
Was she imagining it?
"You're not much good, are you?" With a bone fan in hand and his long hair dancing in the wind, Ning Ke wore a mocking smile on his exquisitely beautiful face.
Forests and mountains lay devastated, and wild beasts scattered in every direction.
As four mighty Tribulation Stage cultivators clashed, dark clouds massed overhead, threaded with thunderous lightning.
Hong Yao said, "Don't celebrate too soon!"
The sound of a pipa drifted out beneath the clouds.
Thick fog rose, enveloping Ning Ke.
It was Hong Yao's specialty, a mist-shrouded illusion realm.
"This old monk will help imprison you, fiend!"
Golden light shone from Abbot Wujue's staff as he reinforced the illusion realm with a Sealing Array.
Wei Qinghai of the Pill Sect drew talismans in midair, surrounding Ning Ke with a thousand of them.
"Now this is a little more interesting." Ning Ke smiled, sweeping his fan to block the hundred attacks that emerged within the illusion realm.
Deep blue foxfire formed over his robes to protect him, leaving him utterly unscathed.
He treated the illusion array like his own back garden, strolling through it at perfect ease.
Until...
"Lou Yunxiao" appeared before him.
The young man stared at him.
His eyes brimmed with endless grief.
He asked, "Ning Ke, was deceiving me so much fun?"
"You murdered my family and destroyed my eyes."
"Then you played my benefactor, played my junior brother, offered me everything you had, and left me to live in guilt and pain."
"Did