A cold white streak of light sliced fast across the sky over the Thousand Demon Den.

Feng Huasheng gave chase behind it, relentless.

Even if it killed him, he refused to let that scheming little wretch off easy.

But the scent of egg-fluid clinging to Feng Huasheng was clearly far more likely to draw the demon emperor's attention than a single egg tucked away inside a storage treasure.

If the Crimson-Heart Demon Emperor caught up to him, that woman would well and truly get away!

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Feng Huasheng's breath came ragged, and in his agitation another cold, keen blade-light cut toward him from ahead.

Careless for just a moment, he took the strike full-on.

His body dropped several more feet through the air.

"Shameless scum!"

Feng Huasheng finally couldn't hold back a hoarse roar.

The sound was deafening, carrying swiftly outward through the surroundings.

Just as despair was rising in his heart—

A voice, faintly teasing, answered him: "Little Friend Feng, how did you end up in such a state?"

At the sound of it, Feng Huasheng froze for a moment, then his face lit with wild joy.

The cold white streak of light ahead slowly came to a halt.

Before her hovered two figures in black-and-white robes, standing atop flying swords.

The two watched the scene with keen interest, their eyes settling on Jiang Qiulan's calm face.

"Senior Zhang! Senior Liu!"

Feng Huasheng looked at them as if he'd found his own father, all but ready to kowtow to them right there in midair. "You must see justice done for me! This woman explored the demon emperor's den together with us, then claimed the spoils for herself alone and cut down my Dao-companion... I beg you to spare my life. I'll repay it with my very life, whatever it takes."

"Tch."

At this, Zhang Mingxuan shook his head slowly. "Who would have guessed Little Friend here was such a vicious creature."

Liu Jingyuan gave a careless wave of his palm, and a barrier closed around the black-robed woman.

Both men looked well-satisfied with their haul, in…