The Marquis of Zi Jin’s Demon King Trident had just been raised when its movement was frozen by her Binding Inherent Skill. Xiao Wen Li’s Dual Icicle Blades deeply penetrated into the Marquis’ demon heart, as she poured boundless white light into it… In the sky, Yue Yang flew downwards like a blood-soaked dragon. His ten fingers combined into one sword. Aiming at the bloody hole on the Marquis of Zi Jin’s forehead that was previously opened by him, he superimposed on the sword injury previously inflicted, giving his brain another more ruthless bout of spiralling Sword Qi.