The Price

Yuan Ming raised a hand and seized the Feathered Robe Man's demonic soul. After placing a seal on it, he casually put it away.

This fiend was a wind-attributed great demon, and a trace of Great Roc Bloodline flowed within him. Though it was scarce, it was still fairly pure. Refining it and sealing it inside the Banana Leaf Fan to become an artifact spirit would be quite worthwhile.

Then, he glanced at the Azure Feathered Demonic Bird, which had already revealed its enormous demonic body. He strode forward, swung his sword, severed both its wings, and stored them in his Storage Ring.

After finishing all this, Yuan Ming prepared to leave and continue searching for more Flame Beasts.

However, before he could depart, beams of escaping light suddenly swept over from afar. Seven or eight figures emerged from them, and judging by their attire, they were all Demon Race cultivators from Bailong Pool.

At their head was a Golden-Eyed Elder with white hair and a curly beard. He wore a purple-gold robe, had a burly frame, and radiated powerful vitality and pressure.

The few people following behind him were no weaklings either. They were all Demon Race cultivators at the early Return to Void stage.

Among them, only one person was an exception. It was none other than the Silver Dragon Daoist.

The instant he saw Yuan Ming, he was startled. Then his gaze fell upon the Azure Feathered Demonic Bird, now reduced to a mangled corpse, and the terror on his face deepened.

"You, you... you killed Qinghezi!" the Silver Dragon Daoist shouted, pointing at Yuan Ming.

The others naturally noticed this as well, and every one of them stared fixedly at Yuan Ming with hostile expressions.

The white-haired elder with tiger eyes and golden pupils narrowed his