After seeing Feng Qi and the others off, Xia Jue turned back and helped the members of the Shadow Pavilion whom the Gray-Clothed Man had been toying with.
Coupled with the fact that its own life had been spared, the Wind Spirit grew increasingly convinced that Xia Jue still retained some humanity.
At the very least, he probably would not harm his fellow disciples.
Yet no sooner had that belief arisen than the demon lord shattered it with his own hands.
What had it just seen! That madman had driven his Magic Treasure straight through Su Jiu's chest, right where her heart was!!!
Xia Jue truly intended to send Su Jiu to her death!
Upon realizing this, the Wind Spirit unleashed almost every last ounce of its potential. In that instant, it actually broke through the seal Xia Jue had placed on it and rushed out.
Then someone utterly shattered the barrier enveloping the courtyard.
It was Chu Luohen.
Why had he only come now! Too late... too late!!!
Now that the Wind Spirit had escaped the seal, it could use its innate ability again.
Without even realizing it, it recorded everything that happened afterward.
What the recorded scene revealed was, in fact, far more harrowing than the Wind Spirit's account.
Su Jiu had never seen her Junior Granduncle like that, just as she had never imagined her Senior Brother would be a demon.
Amid the raging wind and torrential rain, not a single drop landed on him. The hem of his robe lay still against his sides. Only the killing intent around him, condensed into something almost tangible, made the sight terrifying.
Su Jiu was almost certain that the cultivation level Chu Luohen displayed then was nothing like what he usually showed.
In the blink of an eye, Chu