The Qingqiu old ancestor's thinking was simple.

From the young man's earlier fist, it had already more or less made out the truth of him.

Others might not be able to see it clearly, but Qingqiu was thoroughly versed in all manner of miscellaneous learning to begin with.

There was nothing so mysterious about it — the man was simply a body-refined bruiser, nothing more.

As for cultivation, in any case he certainly couldn't withstand a single palm-strike of its own, so there was no need to rush at all.

Just don't get caught out by whatever killing-move the man was hiding.

Once it saw plainly what the thing was, it could toy this boy to death whenever it pleased.

The ink-green turtle-shell pattern spread swiftly, blocking that dark light and attempting to wrap it up within.

But it shattered even faster than it had appeared.

It didn't hold out for even a single breath.

Shen Yi swept past the shattered turtle-shell, treading up through the air, arriving beneath the fox's head.

He made no sound, only focused and earnest as he drove the spear in his hand toward the other's neck.

The broad, supple blue gown flapped and rustled.

Dark light blazed across his skin, setting off his whole person all the paler.

Accompanied by a wet crunch —

the formation on the fox demon's fur was dissolved away by the dark light, and the savagely-shaped spearpoint pierced its flesh and drove in, not the slightest spray of blood spilling out, the entire wound filled up with black radiance.

"Mysterious Phoenix... Mysterious Phoenix..."

The Qingqiu old ancestor was still reciting its spell-seal, only to find that gradually no sound would come.

It lowered its head in a daze, staring fixedly at that young man's handsome face, and saw the man gazing back, a swelling fox's head reflected in his clear eyes.

The already incomparably vast demon body swelled a further thirty percent at this moment.

Wisp after wisp of dark light seeped out from between its skin.

Riiip! Like the sound of cloth being torn to shreds, it rang…