Just one more blow, and it wouldn't just be my flesh wounded; my Primordial Spirit would suffer greatly, and the Evil Qi of the Demon Sword could take the chance to strike back, ruining the victory.
So, it's better to sheathe the sword.
Even so,
I was still invaded by Evil Qi. My heart was filled with malice and murderous intent, the will to battle unceasing.
Though I sheathed the sword, I wasn't willing to stay my hand, needing to vent this malicious energy.
Brandishing my green bamboo staff, I paid no attention to the sinking expression of Daoist Zhengqing, who was clearly distressed before striking fiercely.
"How dare you push too far!"
Daoist Zhengqing was truly enraged and raised his Five Bright Demon-suppressing Fan in defense.
"In my presence, you dare reveal a treasure?!"
My face remained unmoved.
