The howling stopped.
The Mixed World Bull Demon formed from Xie Tian's qi and blood also gradually dispersed.
But the qi and blood in his body were still burning from exhilaration.
Stripping away his cool rationality, deep in his heart, he too had the unwillingness of a mortal.
To be tormented by the Evil God Technique he himself cultivated?
To be tormented by the Nine-Character Cultivation Technique he had cultivated to this day?
The Evil Emperor inheritance that made him the number one prodigy of the Immortal Realm, wasn't even worth a real one percent, a thousandth of that?
The necessary conditions for the Evil Emperor mental method's backlash—powerlessness and despair, you want to impose them on me through all this?
Sorry!
I have no time to be powerless!
No leisure to despair!
From Xie Tian's back, with qi and blood still burning, the dazed Evil Blade saw these sonorous words.
But…
How is that possible?
These four words, he did not let out in a tremor.
