Zhan Qisheng gave Du Yu a puzzled look. "You...?"
"Don't misunderstand." Du Yu gritted his teeth against the cold seeping into his hand. "I'm not your romantic rival. But I have to take back anyone I brought here."
Zhan Qisheng looked down. The cold had invaded both his and Du Yu's hands, and ice was beginning to form on them.
Yingning had never expected this. Whether it was concern for Zhan Qisheng or Du Yu, she hastily waved away the ice sword. Both men grunted and withdrew their arms.
"What happens between Yingning and me is none of your business." Zhan Qisheng gave Du Yu a displeased look.
"Yingning is my Magic Treasure now. As her master, of course I can't let her get hurt." Du Yu faced him without backing down, but something felt strange inside his body. His mind had suddenly become unsettled.
"You're Yingning's master?!" Anger suddenly flashed across Zhan Qisheng's face. "Since when did you come between Yingning and me?!"
"Zhan Qisheng, stop being so unreasonable! You made Yingning wait five thousand years! You..." Du Yu wanted to continue, but his body seemed to be slipping out of his control. An overwhelming fury exploded in his heart.
Zhan Qisheng froze. He could clearly sense a terrifying aura emanating from the man before him, yet Du Yu plainly lacked the cultivation to produce it.
"What's... happening to me?" Du Yu raised his hand with difficulty and looked at it, only to find layers of ghostly energy coiling around his palm.
A moment later, Du Yu threw back his head. His eyes turned completely black, and an evil ghost's aura took over his entire body.
He stared coldly at Zhan Qisheng.
"I am very angry," Du Yu said.
"Angry...?" Zhan Qisheng and Yingning both turned to look at