Li Wujing's eyes widened. He hurriedly leaned halfway out and saw Huang Xiao kick Steward Kong in the chest, then clamp a clawlike hand around his neck.
What demonic art is this? How can it be so powerful? Could it be a cultivation method of the Soul-Devouring Demon Sect? Because Li Wujing was some distance from Huang Xiao, he could sense that Huang Xiao had just used a Demonic Path cultivation method, but he could not tell exactly which one.
He had originally thought Huang Xiao should be able to cause Steward Kong some trouble. If possible, teaching him a lesson would have been ideal.
He very much wanted to teach Steward Kong a lesson, and even kill him. It was because of Steward Kong that he had lost the junior sister he loved forever.
Back then, Steward Kong had told Cao Wuxin about his junior sister, putting her in Cao Wuxin's mind. Cao Wuxin had then made that request of Li Wujing's master, and the matter had ultimately become a lifelong regret for Li Wujing. But Steward Kong's strength was about equal to his own, so killing him would not have been easy even if he wanted to.
If Huang Xiao could not defeat Steward Kong, then they could only blame their bad luck. After all, he had already warned them. Whether they could escape in the end was no longer his concern.
Now it seemed he had still underestimated Huang Xiao. He had not expected Huang Xiao's cultivation to be so much stronger than he had imagined. In particular, the Demonic Path cultivation method he had used at the end had sent his strength soaring.
How strange. He possesses such a demonic art, so why couldn't I sense it at all? Li Wujing was still somewhat puzzled.
Ordinarily,