"Wuyazi, how can your Northern Darkness Divine Skill compare to our Holy Cult's Star-Sucking Great Skill? It's merely a martial art Xiaoyaozi created after stealing fragments of the Star-Sucking Great Skill developed by our cult's predecessors," Lin Lang said deliberately.
The Northern Darkness Divine Skill was the Xiaoyao Sect's supreme inheritance, and only its leader could practice it. Neither his senior nor his junior martial sister knew it.
Ever since Wuyazi had first begun learning this divine skill, nothing like this had ever happened.
He had always believed the Star-Sucking Great Skill was derived from the Northern Darkness Divine Skill, just like that traitor Ding Chunqiu's Art of Transforming Power, and its power could never possibly compare.
But even if the Sun Moon Demon Cult's Star-Sucking Great Skill was no weaker than his Xiaoyao Sect's Northern Darkness Divine Skill, it should still come down to whose cultivation was purer and whose true qi was deeper.
How old was the Right Envoy of the Sun Moon Demon Cult? Reportedly, he was barely into his twenties. How could he be so much stronger?
Could the Northern Darkness Divine Skill really have been derived from the Star-Sucking Great Skill?
He exerted himself to the utmost, circulating the Northern Darkness Divine Skill frantically. Once his true qi began to be drawn away, it would be like a river bursting through its embankment, impossible to stop.
"Let go first. I'm willing to give you the Xiaoyao Sect's inheritance. Otherwise, once my true qi is drained, I'll die very soon, and you'll get nothing."
He wanted to trick Lin Lang into letting go, then instantly disperse all his true qi. That way, Lin Lang would get thirty percent at most, perhaps not even ten percent.
Lin Lang kept his palm pressed against Wuyazi's Shanzhong Acupoint. "Fine.