"You mean Lady Bingpo will descend here in the form of a Split Soul?"
The green-faced, fanged ancient devil spoke tentatively, a somewhat strange look on his face.
"What, do you have some objection? Or do you think my young lady's Split Soul isn't enough to deal with a Dongxuan Realm cultivator?" The girl raised her fine brows, and her rather unfriendly voice reached his ears.
"Of course not. Even if this lowly one had the courage of the heavens, I would never dare harbor such disrespect. Devil Ancestor Bingpo is one of the nine True Devil Progenitors of our Saint World, with cultivation that pierces heaven and earth. Even her Split Soul is incomparably formidable. How could it possibly fail to deal with a mere Dongxuan Realm cultivator? Miss Qiaoyun, you have misunderstood." The ancient devil was so frightened his face turned the color of earth, and he hurriedly waved both hands as he explained himself.
If those words reached Devil Ancestor Bingpo's ears, a single glance from her could doom him beyond redemption. How could he not make himself clear? Otherwise, when the time came, he would die far too unjustly.
The other ancient devils gloated over his misfortune, but after hearing this news, they all calmed down as well. If Lady Bingpo would personally descend upon the Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces, then a mere Dongxuan Realm cultivator naturally amounted to nothing.
However, those three fellows—the Two-Headed Demon, the Iron-Winged Demon, and the Blood-Transforming Demon—had each led their subordinates to attack Pine Wind Academy, Horizon Sea Pavilion, and Baisuan Pavilion. Could it be because they had long known that Lady Bingpo's Split Soul would descend upon the Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces, and so they wanted to seize the first merit before that happened?
Hmph, cleverness turning back to