Not Every Beloved Is a Good Man

More than half an hour later, the pale yellow demon core appeared at a place a thousand li away from where it had been before.

The pale yellow speck streaking through the air came to an abrupt halt, then swiftly dropped into a hollow between the mountains below.

Within a patch of weeds as tall as a person, the pale yellow on the demon core's surface rapidly faded, replaced by gray. The demon core was covered in cracks of all sizes.

The demon core that had still brimmed with life before was now filled with dense deathly qi.

Utterly suppressed groans of agony and dull roars issued from within the demon core.

"Old bastard Tian Xingzi, this time I will make your entire sect perish and leave you without even an intact corpse!"

Liefeng Changfeng then let out shrieks that scarcely sounded human. The spiritual energy barrier he had placed around the demon core blocked every sound, preventing anyone from discovering him.

Only after a long while did Liefeng Changfeng's howls gradually subside, leaving behind nothing but one heavy gasp after another.

The cracks on the demon core's surface had widened considerably, and its overall color had turned blackish gray.

After escaping Tian Xingzi's grasp, he had fled desperately toward the Liefeng Clan without caring about anything else. He had to return as quickly as possible to recuperate his demon core before finding a suitable body.

Otherwise, the demon core might completely shatter before he could find a body to possess.

Liefeng Changfeng's hatred for Tian Xingzi was like monstrous waves reaching the heavens. This time, that man had ruthlessly detonated his natal magic treasure just to kill him, completely destroying the body he had painstakingly cultivated for more than a thousand years.

Even setting aside the loss of his