Sheng Nian's hand, holding the blade, gently lifted, then sharply flicked it.
The deep gloom on the blade quickly receded, becoming simple once more.
He took a slight breath, then turned his gaze, looking distantly at the duel between Song Yan and Yang Wenxuan.
After only a few glances, he narrowed his eyes and chuckled softly.
"You were truly right; this Dharma Body is indeed very suitable for him."
That Dharma Body fought with great vigor, forcing Yang Wenxuan to retreat step by step.
At this moment, he was disheveled, looking like a madman, his aura fluctuating erratically and beginning to become unstable.
The backlash from forcibly elevating his Realm began to manifest; blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were crimson.
Old Demon Xie, for some unknown reason, did not respond, only grunting after a moment.
However, Sheng Nian had no intention of helping.
