Playing With Human Hearts or Playing With Demon Hearts

To Old Monk Moyun, the sensation of every hair standing on end with an electric tingle was hardly discomfort, yet it let him further sense a keen edge. He knew it was the razor-sharp intent emitted by a relatively sharp magical artifact—more often than not, a blade or a sword—and it represented formidable Power of Slaughter.

Under that sensation, Old Monk Moyun gathered divine light in his eyes and stared behind Ji Yuan. Only because the Green Vine Sword was faintly revealing its edge at this moment did Old Monk Moyun see that longsword entwined with emerald-green vines.

Yet merely gathering divine light and examining it for a moment made Old Monk Moyun feel a slight prick of pain between the eyebrows. His heart tightened faintly as he realized this sword's extraordinariness surpassed even his imagination.

"Mister Ji, the old acquaintance you mentioned is?"

If a friend had come calling, how could a magical artifact with such peerless sharpness and potent killing intent have manifested? That so-called old acquaintance was most likely an enemy.

Sure enough, Ji Yuan turned back to look at him, his expression grave as he spoke.

"The one coming should be a True Demon Ji knows, though Ji merely felt a sense. It should still be some time before he arrives, and presumably he does not know Ji is here."

Ji Yuan felt it might have been because he had previously captured Beimou, or perhaps because his cultivation level had grown ever deeper, or perhaps because only those with a True Demon's body could have that flash of inspiration just now.

The thought had only passed through Ji Yuan's mind, but Master Moyun before him could no longer keep his expression calm upon hearing the words "True Demon."

"Master Moyun, Buddhism speaks most of subduing demons.