The courtyard instantly fell silent. Even the rampaging Demonic Qi that raged between heaven and earth inadvertently stilled as all eyes converged on a single point.
The young man in the Brocade White Robe, holding a folding fan, slowly approached the area where the Demonic Qi was thickest. He casually stepped past both the shape-shifting Demon Emperor and the scantily clad, endlessly enchanting one, arriving before Wu Lingshu as if no one else was there.
Wu Lingshu looked at the youth before her, a strange illusion washing over her. It was as if they weren't surrounded by the Demon Race at all, but were instead strolling through his garden, admiring the flowers. He was simply too nonchalant, too casual.
The Ox Demon glared at Wang Xiu, hot air snorting from its nostrils. Its killing intent was palpable. "They say the Human Race loves to play the hero saving the damsel, but they should first see if they're even qualified…"
Its mocking words were cut short.
