SHHFF—
The flaming spear pierced through the Sakai Family Patriarch's chest. He fell unwillingly amidst the inferno, dumbstruck, his eyes turning into snake pupils before losing focus.
A light breeze scattered the ashes as Jiang Qiu's figure emerged from the Secret Realm's entrance. He glanced at the skeleton in front of the ruins of BaKi's palace, then, spear in hand, raised his head to face the statue of BaKi.
"You're not dead yet?"
During the Contest of the Chosen for the Dragon Body Casting, I personally saw BaKi's body melt in the lava of Northern Boundary Mountain. Not even ash was left; his very Soul had vanished completely.
Even a Grandmaster couldn't withstand the searing heat of that magma, let alone BaKi, who at the time was only at the level of an Ancestral Great Demon and had not yet reached the Peeping Dao Realm.
But now, his presence could be felt again.
