Two of the golden flame swords grazed past his ribs, tearing through his robes and charring the pale flesh beneath. The third flame sword plunged straight into his left shoulder, piercing through the Quasi Saint-grade body!
"Aaargh!"
Chen Wuhen let out a scream of pure agony.
Foul grey smoke rose from the wounds. The Pure Yang Origin Flame burned with solar fury, sizzling through the Nine-Turn Fiend Blood and scorching the cold demonic energy within. Dark filaments tried to knit the wound together, but the golden flames instantly incinerated them.
Chen Wuhen tumbled ten paces backward through the sky, clutching his smoking shoulder in disbelief.
"My vessel... you dared to wound this ancestor's vessel?!"
The arrogant sneer on Chen Wuhen's face completely vanished. To keep the extremely difficult possession art stable, Demonic Ancestor Mo had always allowed the possessed vessel's natural instincts to lead its behavior. But this strike ended that.
