Strange golden runes swirled around him, flickering in gold light, accentuating Nalan Jing's jade-like face with a cold, evil charm, as if a Demon God had descended!
The Night Demon was shocked, his eyes filled with horror, no longer the calm composure he had before, but instead cried out incredulously: "How can you have such strength? This is definitely not your power!"
He had painstakingly cultivated for more than a hundred years to reach the level of an Emperor Martial Artist, and he was considered a prodigious talent. How could Nalan Jing, a young brat not yet twenty, have such power?
Impossible!
The Night Demon had no time to think any more; he could only instinctively dodge to the side. Unfortunately, the stone chamber was too small for him to fully maneuver.
