"Come," Gong Yun'er said calmly.
Sky Demon Son slowly drew the long saber at his waist.
The saber was three feet long, its edge laid bare, with faint black demonic qi curling around it.
"I'll use my strongest move. If I lose, I'll leave. I will not persist," Sky Demon Son said evenly.
As his words fell, a strand of demonic qi suddenly rose around him.
Behind him appeared a demonic phantom condensed from demonic qi.
Xu Zimo watched with great interest. This Sky Demon Son truly lived up to his name—he had entered the demonic path.
Who knew what fortuitous encounter he had experienced to stumble, by some twist of fate, into the Devil Race.
This kind of Devil Race was considered to be of the same lineage as Xu Zimo, not the sort produced by cultivation going astray.
Sky Demon Son suddenly opened his eyes. With a hum—
It was as though a wind had swept past, and the demonic qi around him began to drift along with it.
The demonic saber in his hand trembled, seemingly thirsting for battle.
Another gust blew past, and Sky Demon Son's figure turned into a streak of light before everyone's eyes.
After flickering a few times, the streak had already appeared before Gong Yun'er, accompanied by the demonic saber raised high overhead.
"Slash!" Sky Demon Son shouted softly.
Demonic phantoms layered over the demonic saber. The phantom behind him was his true fate, seeming intent on swallowing Gong Yun'er whole.
Gong Yun'er immediately activated the Seven Steps of the Rebellious Dragon, dodging Sky Demon Son's attacks.
Their figures shifted at blinding speed, one pursuing and one retreating. Those below with slightly weaker cultivation could not even make out the two figures.
Only vague afterimages flashed through the air.
Finally, after Gong