Xiao Li was not truly worried about Jiang Yan, of course. After all, there was little friendship between them.
It was simply that what Desire Corpse had put him through today left him no choice but to hate him.
But seeing little hope for himself, he could only pin his hopes of killing Desire Corpse on Jiang Yan.
"Forget it, Brother Li. Let's hide for a while. We can put the Yearly Examination assignment aside for now. With this business involving Desire Corpse, I imagine the Prefecture Academy won't punish us too severely."
Li Yunshu took out Talisman Paper and opened a hole in the ground. The two burrowed underground and hid all the way at the foot of Westwood City's walls.
With them hiding here, and neither of them being Desire Corpse's target, he presumably would not risk launching a large-scale search.
In the forest.
Desire Corpse stood in a devastated clearing. His refined-corpse form, ten feet tall, had now changed back into a human body.
His expression was unruffled, and even his Daoist Robe was uncreased, as though the golden saber had caused him no trouble.
But viewed from higher up, a ring of enormous trees had fallen outward around him.
Xiao Li's protective ring must have been made by a Seventh Grade Upper Stage Daoist.
Moreover, that golden saber was a metal-element Dao Art, the kind most adept at attack.
Even though Desire Corpse had spent many years at Seventh Grade and was using this possessed Desire Corpse body, suppressing it without a sound had still taken some effort.
A little power had inadvertently escaped in the process, cutting down a vast swath of forest.
Tap, tap, tap.
Footsteps approached. The huge trees falling here had caused quite a commotion, drawing over quite a few members of