Fan Liya was not wary of Huang Xiao; rather, his wariness of Shi Hen had deepened.
Shi Hen must have taught him this cultivation method. He did know that Shi Hen was proficient in sound arts.
What gall! He actually dares to attack me? Fan Liya snorted inwardly.
If Shi Hen attacked him, he lacked the strength to resist.
But now it was Huang Xiao attacking him. This was looking down on him far too much. How outrageous that a mere junior dared act this way.
With a thought, Fan Liya secretly sent a burst of force straight at Huang Xiao.
"Hall Master Candidate, my foot. Die," Fan Liya said through gritted teeth.
He was already a prisoner, and his life might end at any moment.
Even with the Ancestor around, whether the Demon Hall would care about the Ancestor was still a question.
Since he had no control over his own life, he also wanted the people of the Demon Hall to have an easy time.
If he could not kill Shi Hen, surely he could deal with Huang Xiao?
Shi Hen was beside Huang Xiao now, but if he was careful enough, perhaps he could still give Huang Xiao a taste of his power. If Shi Hen let his guard down, he might actually kill Huang Xiao.
As long as Huang Xiao died, Shi Hen's and the Heavenly Demon Hall's hopes of contending for the position of Hall Master would be shattered.
Fan Liya badly wanted to see Shi Hen fly into a humiliated rage, beside himself with fury. As for his own life, he was even willing to throw it away.
With a bang, Fan Liya saw ripples appear ahead of him, and the burst of force he had unleashed quickly vanished without a trace.
Damn formation!