With a sudden burst of movement, Huang Xiao reached Fan Zhongkun and slashed at him with the Minghong Saber.
Fan Zhongkun twisted his slightly stiff body swiftly enough to evade Huang Xiao's slash, then tried to return one of his own.
But Huang Xiao did not retreat at all. Instead, he pressed in close. This was his chance, and he certainly would not let it slip.
With a ripping sound, Huang Xiao swept his saber sharply upward. Fan Zhongkun pulled back swiftly, but he was still a beat too slow. Huang Xiao sliced open the robes over his chest, leaving a long saber wound across it.
Blood immediately spurted from the wound. Still, Fan Zhongkun had reacted in time and kept Huang Xiao's saber from cutting any deeper. Otherwise, his belly would truly have been split open and his guts spilled out. His injury looked horrifying, but his life was not actually in danger.
Now, Huang Xiao realized that if this continued, he would have a chance to kill Fan Zhongkun here.
A trace of madness entered Huang Xiao's eyes as well. Heavenly Demon True Qi surged wildly through his meridians, making the aura of his Demonic Art shake the soul.
Over a hundred feet away, Eunuch Jin watched Huang Xiao with a somewhat tense expression. He was utterly astonished to see Huang Xiao keeping Fan Zhongkun firmly suppressed.
There were many things that astonished him. The intense aura of Demonic Art emanating from Huang Xiao clearly could not be explained by any ordinary Demonic Art. He could not understand why Huang Xiao possessed such an art.
But that was not even the most astonishing part. What truly astonished him was that Huang Xiao could suppress Fan Zhongkun, leaving him seemingly struggling to withstand the attacks.
He had just fought