"Hiss—ow, ow, what a fierce little thing~ What a vicious sword! That girl from Meishan is truly extraordinary."
Though more than half of the demonic cloud had been cleaved 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 wounds, 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 as well. The Old Devil's every move had been lethal and vicious. His foundation had now suffered grave damage; even if his injuries were healed in the future, his strength would be far inferior to before, and his Dao Path was no longer worth hoping for.
"Heaven and earth may be vast, but life is greatest. Old grudges blinded me in this matter. I brought this upon myself."
Baili Fusang shook his head. "Fellow Daoist, saving my life is already a tremendous kindness. There is no need for you to feel guilty."
"Good. Once I slay this Old Devil, I'll escort you back."
Ling Shuang nodded, then controlled the flying sword to send Baili Fusang before Yang Yuanhong. She said to him, "Little Black Dragon, you're no weakling. Once I begin fighting this Old Devil, I won't have the leisure to mind anything else. Protect them for now."
She did not know Yang Yuanhong, so she casually gave him a title.
Naturally, Yang Yuanhong did not mind. He immediately raised a hand in acceptance. "Please rest assured, Sword Immortal Taicang! Yang Hu will certainly do everything in his power!"
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