The Second Elder of the Demon Sect refused to believe in superstitions and urged the use of the Xiao Ding in his hand.
A mass of colorless energy, twice the volume of the previous one, surged towards Jin Xu once again.
Another three breaths of time passed.
The young Taoist appeared refreshed and clear-headed, showing no signs of abnormality.
Shen Zhi began to doubt the magical artifact in his hand, wondering if it could have actually turned traitor in the midst of battle.
It was not only the Second Elder who was puzzled.
The cultivators watching by the side were also somewhat confused and started discussing among themselves through transmitted voices.
Cultivator A: "Who is this masked young Taoist? Why isn't that Demon Path cultivator, who forced the Great Elder of Qingmu Academy to give way, daring to make a move?"
Cultivator B: "You don't recognize him? He's the one who publicly beat up Fairy Lan in Qingmu City a few days ago and got away with it."
