Among all the disciples, Chi Yu and Yellow Foot were the closest. Sometimes, the West Sea Great Saint would even use his Magical Power to catch a few Demon Fish from the deep sea for the two of them to enjoy.
Upon suddenly seeing the West Sea Great Saint's corpse, the Evil Qi in Chi Yu, which Yang Jing had been helping her control perfectly, instantly began to spiral out of control.
If not for the Black Death Seven Tribulations Scripture she cultivated absorbing the surging Evil Qi, the overflow would have already drawn out the Demonic Qi suppressed deep within her bloodline.
Yang Jing watched Yinjiao and Ji Feng escort Chi Yu into a cabin. Only then did he lead Zuoqiu Feng and Iron Head to land on Dong Xixian's flagship across from them. Dong Xiji hesitated for a moment before flying up with a few other scions of the Noble Families.
Dong Xixian's facial muscles twitched when he saw Iron Head's emotionless expression.
He had never forgotten that humiliating defeat.
