By then, Old Demon Hehuan's haste to evade Xiao Yu's attack had broken his secret demonic technique, and the two tentacles battling the giant swords in the distance were shredded in an instant.
Although the old demon had escaped disaster, he looked far from well. His once-ferocious face was deathly pale, large patches of crimson blood stained his clothes, and four ancient treasures floated before him, their spiritual light dimmed. The tremendous blow had left his internal organs feeling as though they had been knocked out of place, causing him excruciating discomfort.
He stared silently at Xiao Yu with a vicious expression, but when Xiao Yu looked his way, a trace of fear crept into those venomous eyes without his even realizing it.
"Fellow Daoist Xiao, where mercy is possible, why not show it? Must you press us so hard?" Perfected Zhiyang said gravely, studying Xiao Yu's no-longer-human form.
"Save your breath. If I didn't have some strength, you two would be the ones pressing me today." Xiao Yu snapped back at the Daoist without ceremony. At the same time, he beckoned, and two enormous golden swords appeared beside him in a flash of golden light.
Judging from the way these two had intended to storm his cave abode, there was no need to guess: before his return, they had surely used their superior cultivation to browbeat Cheng and Lü.
Most importantly, their actions had terrified his woman, and Xiao Yu had no intention of letting the matter drop. He would not kill them, but he would at least squeeze some benefits out of them.
"You insolent brat! Don't think I'm afraid of you. You only caught me off guard just now!" Old Demon Hehuan blustered, fierce on the outside but fainthearted within.
"Heh, fine! This time, I'll let you