"Hiss—oh my, what a fierce little thing~ What a vicious sword! That girl from Meishan truly was extraordinary."
Though more than half of the demonic cloud had been cut away, the demonic cultivator did not seem to care much.
This thing had been created by his young master. So long as its core remained, it possessed endless regenerative power.
"Thank you..."
Baili Fusang swallowed a pill to suppress his injuries, then thanked Ling Shuang.
"Sorry I came a little late."
Ling Shuang tightened her grip on the Taicang Sword, a trace of regret flashing through her eyes.
Baili Fusang gave a bitter smile at her words. Every move this Old Devil made had been fatal, vicious beyond measure. His foundation was now badly damaged; even if his injuries were healed in the future, his strength would be far inferior to before, and his Dao Path was without hope.
"Heaven is vast, earth is vast, but one's life is greatest. Old grudges blinded me in this matter; I brought it upon myself."
Baili Fusang shook his head. "Fellow Daoist, saving my life is already a great kindness. There is no need for you to feel guilty."
"Good. Once I have slain this Old Devil, I will escort you back."
Ling Shuang nodded. She then controlled the flying sword to send Baili Fusang before Yang Yuanhong and said to him, "Little Black Dragon, you are no slouch. Once I begin fighting this Old Devil, I will have no leisure to attend to anything else. Protect them for a while first."
She did not know Yang Yuanhong, so she casually gave him a title.
Naturally, Yang Yuanhong did not mind. He immediately raised his hand and agreed. "Please rest assured, Sword Immortal Taicang! Yang Hu will certainly do his utmost!"
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