A cold smile curled General Shi Jia's lips, for it could now catch Su Xuan's Ruyi Staff with its bare hands.
What did this mean? It meant that it had nearly exhausted all of Su Xuan's cultivation power.
But then, for some reason, General Shi Jia's eyes narrowed into slits. It, too, saw a cold smile gracing the corners of Su Xuan's mouth!
Why is he smiling? What right does he have to smile when his strength is so much less than mine? Does he really think he can turn the tables? Is there some kind of plot hidden in that smile?
Su Xuan simply let go of his Ruyi Staff, took a few steps back, and stood perfectly still, his posture like that of a bystander watching a play. Before General Shi Jia could understand what was happening, its body shuddered. A longsword, wreathed in roaring flames, had pierced straight through its chest!
