Chapter 392: The Winner
As Daoist Qingyu's words fell, a thread of demonic sound rose quietly throughout the Qingxuan Temple's surrounding air.
The sound was soft and bewitching, like a dream and yet not, like the low murmur of a demonic god, carrying a force that was difficult to resist and deeply entrancing.
Even the seven major sects' experts at the foot of the mountain, upon hearing it, felt dark thoughts rising involuntarily within them, their faces gradually twisting and their tempers sharpening.
Even Theft Saint Bai Wuying showed an alarmed expression and could only strain to circulate his true qi to block out the demonic sound flooding his ears.
But Li Musheng, hovering in the air, remained entirely composed throughout, showing not the slightest reaction as thread after thread of demonic sound reached him.
"You are trying to stir the demonic nature within me?"
At that point, Li Musheng looked at Daoist Qingyu calmly and spoke.
At those words, Daoist Qingyu looked at Li Musheng in return. Seeing that he was completely unaffected, her pupils contracted very slightly.
She was about to open her mouth to explain, but Li Musheng raised a hand and reached toward her from a distance, "I said I would not kill you, but I did not say I would leave you intact."