Song Yan looked down at him impassively. His voice was quiet and level, yet to the Heart Demon, it felt like plunging into an ice cavern.
Xianxian flew onto his shoulder and gave a strange cry.
"Gaaah-"
It sounded rather like mockery.
The Heart Demon's eyes abruptly trembled. What humiliation! How had things come to this?!
The host should have been the one afraid of his Heart Demon!
Song Yan should have been warily guarding against him. Why had it turned into this miserable spectacle of fleeing everywhere, hiding his head while exposing his tail?!
Venomous resentment surged wildly within him. The humiliation of being so belittled erupted into fury.
"Aah-!"
The Heart Demon suddenly let out an inhuman roar. Demonic Qi exploded forth, and a raging tide of black-and-red Demonic Flame surged from his entire body, trying to heave his still-unsteady upper body fully upright.
He wanted to smash that indifferent face before him into a bloody pulp!
At this moment, nothing remained in the Heart Demon but pure savagery and a lust for destruction.
It abandoned thought and schemes alike. All it wanted was to give everything it had, even perish together, to bite a chunk of flesh from this lofty original body.
Yet before its roar had faded, a shadow descended over its head once more.
The Dharma Body, which had stood motionless behind Song Yan, stepped forward with crisp efficiency.
Without any unnecessary movement, it merely raised its enormous palm, spread its five fingers, and pressed down!
Thud-!
A dull boom burst through the air. That seemingly weightless press forcibly drove the Heart Demon's freshly erupted, frenzied Demonic Qi back into the bottom of the pit beneath it.
"Aah!"
The body was smashed into a bloody mess.
Song Yan stared coldly at him, slowly raised his