The corners of Zhou Qingyun's mouth lifted slightly. Though she quickly pressed them down, that smile surfaced in her eyes instead, and she could no longer suppress it.
It was as though a spring breeze had thawed the ice, blown the snow off the pear branches, and brought forth white blossoms. From afar, the pear tree was still the same pear tree, seemingly unchanged, yet in truth it was already different.
Seeing this, Cheng Xinzhan could guess that she would not expose his true identity. As for anything else, he simply pretended not to notice.
The Thunder Qi dispelled the baleful intent, shattering even the demoness's Golden Core. She fell into the great river and was instantly swept several miles downstream, becoming difficult to find again, while the baleful intent forced out by the Thunder Qi still drifted through the air.
Cheng Xinzhan beckoned, and the baleful intent scattered through the air obeyed his command and gathered together, as though it had been his all along.
With a thought, he transformed that baleful intent into Earthly Baleful Intent Purple Fire, which lunged at the incoming flying needles and darts.
Tang Caizhen and Tang Caixing were the two most shocked by Tang Caiwei's death. Grief then surged into their hearts, and they drove their Dharma Treasures with even greater abandon.
Yet they had not expected Tang Caiwei's miasma to become baleful fire in Cheng Xinzhan's hands the very next moment. As the purple fire swept over the needles and darts, a yin, putrid aura had already begun winding around them.
Tang Caizhen's and Tang Caixing's expressions changed. Reason finally overcame hatred and grief, and they hurriedly recalled their Dharma Treasures.
"What a formidable Daoist."
A laugh suddenly came from atop the blood cloud. Then a beam of bloodlight descended from the