Yu Xian pressed down with a palm.
Boom!
The mountain toppled, the earth collapsed, and then a frustrated and infuriated voice rang out.
"Which bastard dares to run amok on my turf!"
However, Yu Xian simply laughed.
"Quite the old fiend, your voice remains, yet you've already fled."
He traced a line in the air, and ripples spread through the space, revealing a figure tumbling out from the void.
It was a young master with rosy lips and white teeth, handsome and extraordinary, still carrying a whiff of perfume.
"Black Blood Demon Honored One?"
Yu Xian looked at the appearance of the Black Blood Demon Honored One and suddenly understood the awful attitude the Wealthy Sovereign had initially shown him.
He must have been mistaken.
These days, fiends no longer clothed themselves in black robes or bore the guise of cackling old men with peculiar habits; rather, each one was handsome and extraordinary, taking the road of good looks.
