The hidden Mirror Spirit finally stopped fixating on the man and directed an indescribable surge of killing intent at Su Jiu and Chu Luohen instead.
A voice rang out from the void once more, though this time it was considerably shriller than before. "Bound by a contract with someone, I indeed cannot kill you, but that does not mean there is nothing else I can do.
"If you truly anger me, I have ten thousand ways to make your lives worse than death."
Su Jiu's lips curved slightly, a trace of cold mockery in her eyes. "Didn't you already try that on us with the formations in the temple? The facts prove that your methods aren't nearly as effective as you imagined."
The Mirror Spirit was beside itself with anger. It probably had never expected Su Jiu, a female cultivator who looked so icy, to have such a sharp tongue.
"So unless I show you some real skill, you won't understand just how formidable your grandpa is." Its furious tone turned eerily sinister.
At the same time, a strange black aura suddenly spilled out of the seemingly empty stretch of void at which Su Jiu had pointed her sword.
The black miasma instantly spread into a net and swept toward Su Jiu and Chu Luohen, as though intent on catching them both in one fell swoop.
Su Jiu and Chu Luohen pushed off the ground with their toes and retreated, attempting to evade the pursuing black net. As they withdrew, their swords traced several flourishes. Layers of sword light flashed, finally tearing an opening through even that dense black net.
But the net was, after all, formed from black mist. Since it could spread into a net, repairing that net was naturally no trouble either.
Thus, no sooner had Su