“What’s the matter? Do you want me to handle it personally?”
The Hell Beast looked at Jiang Fan indifferently.
Like looking at an insect.
If it wished, it could crush him effortlessly.
Jiang Fan coughed awkwardly and said, “Senior, my spirit beast has been captured.”
The Hell Beast’s eyes revealed a hint of mockery:
“No need to act in front of me.”
“I know just how cunning you are.”
“When you poisoned that Nascent Soul, I was watching the whole time.”
“Honestly, I admire you—such a method to poison a Nascent Soul is the first I’ve ever seen.”
Jiang Fan sighed helplessly.
He pulled open his clothes, showing the inside and out.
“If it were on me, Senior, you would surely sense it.”
The Hell Beast furrowed its brow.
Closing its eyes to sense, indeed, it could not detect the little spirit beast’s presence.
Instead, there seemed to be a faint signal emanating from the direction of the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion.
“It’s truly not on you.”
“It appears to be in a very sealed location.”
The Hell Beast lowered its gaze, lost in thought.
But Jiang Fan felt killing intent converge.
The killing intent directed at someone who had lost their usefulness.
He instinctively stepped back a few steps.
Carefully said, “Senior, grievances have their spiritual roots.”
“If you’re seeking vengeance, go after my spirit beast.”
Ideally, when he reached the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, he’d encounter the Pavilion Master and the Canghai Demon Emperor right then, and they’d kill him on the spot.
The Hell Beast nodded lightly: “Grievances have their spiritual roots.”
“What you said is quite true.”
“Then, since you broke my finger, taking your life would be only fair and just?”
It suddenly raised its head, a cold smile flickering in its eyes.
Then it flicked its finger.
A terrifying blast of Qi Force shot toward Jiang Fan.
Given its temperament, how could it possibly let Jiang Fan off so easily?
Swish—
But what froze its smile was this:
Jiang Fan transformed into a bolt of lightning, soaring into the skies, and immediately stepping on a Thunder Dragon to vanish in an instant.
“Thunder Escape Technique?”
Its finger flick came up empty, and the Hell Beast chuckled wryly: “To think, killing an insect still lets it slip through.”
“Now I’m curious to see—how far you can run.”
At the edge of the horizon.
Gu Xin’er flew leisurely, humming a cheerful tune.
“Ding-a-lang da-dong, ding-a-lang dong, ding-a—”
Swish—
A Thunder Dragon suddenly streaked overhead, dispersing in front of her.
A figure hovered mid-air on top of the Purple Sword.
Her gaze sharpened with surprise.
Jiang Fan?
No, how… how did he suddenly appear before her?
The Remnant Soul in her hairpin also froze.
Not hiding, and instead darting right toward Gu Xin’er?
She had planned on orchestrating an unplanned, coincidental “encounter.”