The thousand-year-old Sword Pavilion collapsed into dust.
Amid the flickering array light, dozens of figures tumbled out like dumplings.
Ying Xiu had just landed awkwardly; disregarding her dusty and disheveled appearance, she pointed at Qi Liancheng with trembling fingers, her face full of mixed anger from the betrayal.
"Demon Clan! He's from the Demon Clan! Someone! Quickly, someone come and capture him!"
Jiang Yunqin and the other young disciples hadn't even had time to savor the joy of surviving a disaster when they saw the crumbling ruins of the Sword Pavilion and Qi Liancheng's body beginning to transform.
Two horns grew on his forehead, and his body gradually became taller, with his normal skin tone turning darker and bluer.
A pitch-black demon mark was winding from behind his ear to his cheek, and the opened spirit platform between his brows was slowly absorbing a half-wing-shaped Demon Essence.
