Wu Xie, holding a flying dagger, was in a dire state. He had been forced to roll out by Wang Yan, leaving his hair disheveled, his body covered in mud, and his face bruised with a patchwork of blue and purple from hitting the ground.
Wu Xie, as the Demon King Great Perfection and a peerless healer, was usually treated with great respect, even by someone as powerful as Beiming Heng, a Demon Saint. He had never suffered such a blow.
Today, being forced into such a sorry state by Wang Yan, Wu Xie was utterly enraged.
Previously, when Wu Xie fought Wang Yan, he still considered Beiming Heng's reputation. However, in his fury, he cast it all aside.
With his back against a giant tree, Wu Xie let out a roar, his eyes turning blood-red. With a flick of his right hand, the flying dagger finally flew out.
