The foreboding gaze of the Nine Spirits King swept over the attendees of Jing Long Immortal Temple, sending shivers down their spines without the cold.
A Great Demon at the realm of a Daluo Golden Immortal, it was terrifying to think of how many human cultivators it had devoured.
The Nine Spirits King's gaze finally settled on Ning Qianqian.
All nine of its heads revealed eyes filled with confusion.
Why would Ning Qianqian, a member of the Demon Race, be following human cultivators?
Moreover, the purity of Ning Qianqian's Demonic Qi and her bloodline were far from ordinary.
"Come here."
The Nine Spirits King was incomparably domineering, leaving behind only a residual image in the next instant as its body appeared before Ning Qianqian, intending to snatch her away and ascertain her origins.
The Nine Holy Mountains only recruited Great Demons with strong bloodlines; common demons were not qualified to join their ranks.
Such incredible speed!
