Had he heard that right?
This woman had actually been abandoned by the demon?
Didn't that mean the demon had once fooled around with her? Were the demon's tastes really that peculiar?
Why hadn't he seen anything about it in the diary?
He shook his head, unwilling to believe it. The whole thing simply felt far too absurd.
Before he could react, the wizened, scrawny Ghost Lantern Sect Master also raised the Soul-Burning Lamp. After its earlier feeding, the flames already burning within it had grown considerably stronger.
As he brought it out, the flames surged even higher, flickering as though they had already sensed a great battle approaching.
"Pfft!"
The old man remained hunched over, his eyes emerald green, and spat a mouthful of foul blood straight onto the Soul-Burning Lamp.
Boom!
The Soul-Burning Lamp blazed fiercely.
Its flames rose two or three feet high, while vengeful souls circled the lamp, roaring and shrieking.
And this was only the beginning, far from the end. The Ghost Lantern Sect Master had prepared far more than this to kill Fang Yang. Next, he produced a knife and made a light cut, severing one of his fingers. It fell into the Soul-Burning Lamp, whose flames burned even more terrifyingly.
On the second floor of the Illusory Moon Tower, the atmosphere was heavy.
Swords were drawn and bows were bent; a clash could erupt at any moment.
At some point, layers of dark clouds had appeared overhead, rolling across the entire second floor and blotting it out.
They were like ink, admitting not the slightest sunlight.
Seeing that the three sect masters were ready to fight to the death, Ye Qinghong stood expressionlessly beside his master, gripping the Azure Shadow Sword tightly.
Wisps of sword qi swirled around him like snow, ready