Upon seeing Wang Yan reveal his prowess as a Demon King, Wu Xie couldn't help but be taken aback. The disdainful look that was always on his face slightly faded. He nodded and said, "No wonder the always arrogant Old Man Heng also calls you brother. It seems you are indeed not an ordinary Demon Cultivator. Hmph, fine. If you kneel and apologize to me today, I will spare you once, and I also promise to cure your illness."

Hearing that the always arrogant and dismissive Wu Xie was willing to back down, Hu Wei couldn't help but be overjoyed. He quickly shouted, "Wang Yan, agree quickly, just kowtow once and we can leave."

To Hu Wei, kowtowing to Wu Xie, who could save them, was only right and proper.

Wu Xie's offer was nothing but a step down for Wang Yan, not to mention that Wu Xie promised to heal Wang Yan's illness.

If it were Hu Wei himself, he would've kneeled down long ago.

However, Wang Yan merely snorted coldly and said, "What a joke! I stayed not to have you cure me. Have you forgotten that originally, you asked me to stay and witness your misdeeds?"

Wu Xie heard this, furrowed his brow, and said, "People call me evil, but I think you're even more so. Yes, I'll tell you, in this lifetime, I've killed 186 people. Hmph, what can you do about it?"

At this, Hu Wei was startled, thinking to himself, "Killed 186 already, with us today, it would be 188! It's over, it's over. Wu Xie truly is a demon who kills without blinking an eye."

However, at this point, Wang Yan smiled slightly and said, "Exactly as expected. It's simple, I only want you to atone for your usual misdeeds."

Hearing this, Wu Xie was completely enraged, and he couldn't help but laugh maniacally, "Hahaha, I'm called the Mad Doctor, and you're even madder than me. Though you have the cultivation of a Demon King, I think you're only at the Initial Tier. Do you think you can defeat me?"

Wang Yan also laughed heartily and said, "Wherever I go, who dares to hinder? With integrity as the priority, why should I fear a battle?"

"A fine integrity-first, fear-not-a-battle spirit! Fine, then let me see, what makes you so arrogant. Come on, I'll let you make the first move."

At this moment, Wu Xie was thoroughly enraged. He was indeed facing Wang Yan, ready to fight him.

Wu Xie raised his hand, and a three-inch long, thinner than a cicada's wing, shining throwing knife appeared in his hand.

Seeing this throwing knife, Hu Wei was startled and quickly said, "Wang Yan, be careful, this throwing knife is Wu Xie's Soul Skill. Once it's out, no one can escape."

Wu Xie heard this, glared angrily at Hu Wei, and cursed, "A shameless traitor who bites the hand that feeds you."

But then Wu Xie turned to look at Wang Yan and said coldly, "Hu Wei is not wrong. Wang Yan, once my throwing knife is out, no one can escape. You better be careful."

What Wu Xie said was not an exaggeration. This throwing knife is indeed Wu Xie's proudest Soul Skill; once released, it must claim a life. The number of those below the Demon Emperor who died under Wu Xie's throwing knife is countless; even the presence of a Demon Emperor cannot escape a knife strike.

However, Wang Yan's expression was indifferent. He said coldly, "Since your throwing knife is unavoidable upon release, then I will ensure it never leaves your hand."

Wu Xie couldn't help but laugh out of extreme anger, "Truly arrogant! Even the presence of a Demon Emperor dares not claim they can prevent my knife from leaving my hand. Just you, a mere Initial-Tier Demon King, it's impossible."

"If that's the case, then let's try it."

With that, Wang Yan's face turned cold, his body shifted, and he instantly transformed into a streak of black light, rushing toward Wu Xie.

At the same time, Wang Yan raised his spear, pointing it at Wu Xie. With a wrist tremble, the tip of the Soul-Breaking Spear seemed to multiply, as if there were dozens of gleaming spear tips.

These dozens of spear tips aimed at various parts of Wu Xie's body.

Seeing the imposing momentum of the Soul-Breaking Spear, Wu Xie dared not take it head-on. He quickly shifted to the side, raised his wrist, and was about to fling out the throwing knife.

But at that moment, Wu Xie suddenly saw a blur before him, and Wang Yan was already in front of him. Simultaneously, the spear tip of the Soul-Breaking Spear was right in his face.

Wu Xie was shocked; he never expected Wang Yan's speed to be so fast. No time to throw the throwing knife, he could only stomp his feet and leap back like a bowstring's release, his body flying back.

As his body retreated in the air, Wu Xie lifted his wrist again, the throwing knife in his hand poised to release.

But then, Wu Xie found that Wang Yan had disappeared from his sight, and his throwing knife couldn't find a target.

Finding no enemy during battle is the most frightening thing.

Wu Xie quickly scanned his surroundings, but Wang Yan was nowhere to be seen within his line of vision.

As Wu Xie was puzzled, he suddenly realized something. His vision could only cover the front and sides. If Wang Yan wasn't in these three directions, then he must be behind him.

Thinking of this, Wu Xie didn't hesitate, forcefully driving his body downward in mid-air, landing firmly on the ground, before propelling himself forward.

Just as Wu Xie rushed forward, a flash of black light whisked by, and a gleaming, eerie spear tip stabbed from behind, right into Wu Xie's original position.

If Wu Xie hadn't dodged quickly, he would have been impaled by the spear tip.

Wheeling his head around while dashing forward, Wu Xie saw Wang Yan indeed at his back. Wu Xie's face turned pale; had he not reacted quickly, he might already be lying on the ground.

Immediately, Wu Xie dared not hesitate, lifting his wrist, not even turning around; the knife's tip aligned with his back, ready to throw.

But just as Wu Xie's knife was released, he realized there was no trace of Wang Yan behind him. Even the spear tip that had just stabbed disappeared as if it had never been there.

Following that, Wu Xie felt a chill appear before him, one so cold it made his hair stand, instantly sensing the breath of death.

At this time, Wu Xie couldn't turn his head back in time, so he couldn't see what was happening in front of him.

However, even without seeing, Wu Xie knew it must be Wang Yan who was in front of him.

At this moment, Wu Xie's heart was in total shock. Only now did he understand Wang Yan's speed was truly bizarre. No wonder Wang Yan was confident his throwing knife couldn't be released.

Now it seems, not only could his throwing knife not be used, but he might not even see Wang Yan deliver the fatal blow even when he died.

Thinking this, Wu Xie no longer cared about maintaining the face of a Demon King Great Perfection. He hurriedly dived to the side, sprawling onto the ground, curling up, and then rolling away.

Rolling without stopping, Wu Xie finally came to a halt after rolling dozens of times, suddenly standing up against a large tree, fearfully looking ahead.

He saw Wang Yan standing in front of him, holding the Soul-Breaking Spear, coldly watching Wu Xie.

Seeing the disdained look on Wang Yan's face, Wu Xie's anger surged anew. He shouted, "Wang Yan, I want you dead! Once the throwing knife is released, no one survives!"

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