-This was only the beginning.
After such ringing words, what should have followed was a turn to fight, until victory and defeat, even life and death, were decided.
Yet after saying this, Jing Jiu darted into the night and soon vanished without a trace, like a phantom.
The old man lowered the hand covering his mouth. Blood dripped onto the ground, turning into wisps of smoke and disappearing.
In his palm lay a small piece of something jade-white, probably a fragment of a Dragon Fang.
Jing Jiu was simply too hard. Even a Dragon Fang had failed to pierce him and had chipped instead.
The old man looked up into the night, his gaze venomous, yet his face showed no anxiety.
He did not know what had happened at the very bottom of the Demon-Suppressing Prison, but here, no one could evade his senses.
He knew where Jing Jiu had already reached. The venom in his eyes turned into fierce killing intent, his sleeves billowed upward, and the night began to spin.
Like a wisp of smoke, Jing Jiu took only a few dozen breaths to reach the cliff. He needed only to dart up it to return to the first layer of the Demon-Suppressing Prison.
His figure abruptly vanished. When he reappeared, he was already halfway up the cliff; the next instant, he reached the top.
The wind here was still just as scorching, dry enough to hold not a trace of moisture. Looking at the faintly red gravel beneath his feet, Jing Jiu discovered that he was still on the second layer.
He ignored the gazes coming from the distant cells. After a moment's thought, he understood what had happened.
Just as he darted up the cliff, the old man had inverted heaven and earth within the Demon-Suppressing