"Today, I shall tear your soul apart and take over your flesh. From now on, there will be no more of you in this world."
As he spoke, the Corpse Demon's figure swelled incessantly. Red hair grew outwardly all over his skin, and the dense, rotten stench of corpse qi permeated the air.
"I will now..." Just as Nie Biao was about to make his move, a figure in a white robe—tall and indifferent—slowly walked out from behind Qi Xiu.
His words cut off abruptly. Nie Biao's pupils shrank as he looked at the two Qi Xius, who appeared identical yet had vastly different demeanors.
"What kind of trickery is this?" Staring at the two Qi Xius, Nie Biao thought this must be some cunning technique employed by Qi Xiu.
"Will you do it, or shall I?" Taiyang Daoist asked softly, standing with his hands behind his back next to the original body.
