Yang Zhen blinked his eye and sent it over, and sure enough, the phoenix-crowned woman frowned and shifted her gaze away.
The victory came so suddenly, the Sao Saint really was unmatched in power, making people pregnant with a stare and turning heads with a glance.
Upon seeing Yang Zhen's expression, the Nine Dragons Saint smiled bitterly and said, "Boy, don't be too reckless. These people remind me of a certain existence."
"What kind of existence now?" Yang Zhen had become numb; the ancient powers, with tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation inheritance, each emerging stronger than the last, had already desensitized him.
Yang Zhen's main goal now was to find the Demon Pattern Origin, imitate it and return to report back. As for whether the demon cultivators would obtain the Demon Emperor's lineage, or even cultivate a Demon Emperor, he really didn't care much.
