Xu Yangyi and Zhao Wuye stared each other down, neither of them taking their eyes off their opponent. The demon slayer was calm, but while Zhao Wuye’s expression was undisturbed, his heart was in tremendous shock! He’d figured out earlier that Xu Yangyi was young, but he hadn’t expected at all that the other’s young age wasn’t just that—Xu Yangyi’s cards absolutely weren’t weak! 

And to his surprise, he hadn’t foreseen that his own chain of masterstrokes wouldn’t be able to injure Xu Yangyi! In particular… the other’s last divine ability. The attack was so mighty that it caused his heart to shake and his flesh to crawl.

“Fellow Daoist, must you insist on this mortal struggle?” Zhao Wuye was gloomy-faced as he asked. His heart was a tangle of complex emotions, and he was terribly worried. He’d rushed a step ahead first and asked everything, killing Liu Shuren, yet Xu Yangyi just happened to drop by. Leaving was already an inconvenience for him, so he acted as bait, wishing to harness some of Xu Yangyi’s inside information. 

Once Xu Yangyi had spoke, Zhao Wuye had guessed it to be the Thousand Illusions. At that time, the drum of retreat had sounded in his heart. A cultivator able to purchase the Thousand Illusions was one that he couldn't...