"How about it? Want to try raising it another level?"
Bai Youyou's voice held a smile, and she tilted her head slightly, as though waiting for a good show to begin.
Zi Yuner stood before Ning Jiuyou, her long, deep-purple hair lifting slightly in the turbulent air of the Thunder Pool.
The pressure of the mid-stage Sky Soaring Realm bore down on that dark-gray remnant soul like an invisible mountain.
She could not even be bothered to speak.
She merely glanced at the trembling gray mist, looking at it as though it were a snail whose shell had been crushed.
Ning Jiuyou's remnant soul trembled violently, countless fine ripples surging across the surface of the gray mist.
He had lived for a thousand years and roamed Nine Nether Mountain unchallenged. Even the Demon Sect's Deputy Sect Master showed him a measure of respect.
Yet tonight, a mere brat had used him as a whetstone, and two little girls had taken turns humiliating him.
No matter what, he could not swallow this insult.
"You... have gone too far!"
The gray mist abruptly contracted inward, then burst outward.
Gray-black mist gushed from the core of his remnant soul like floodwaters breaching a dam.
Carrying the lingering blue arcs of lightning in the Thunder Pool, it formed a distorted vortex around him.
Every arc scored tiny cracks through the air.
Waves of air rolled outward, blasting the rocks beneath their feet into a web of cracks.
"I've lived for over a thousand years! Even if I die, I'll take you three juniors to the grave with me!"
"I'll detonate my remnant soul! Even if I'm reduced to dust and ashes, I'll drag you down with me!"
Ning Jiuyou's voice changed completely, becoming as hoarse and shrill as an iron nail scraping across an