"Giant Bear Venerable—you mean the one who looks stupid and clumsy, and uses a great big axe?"
Xiang'er's lovely voice entered his ears. As for what powerful figures the Ice Bear Clan had, she naturally knew them all perfectly well.
Still, that description left Lin Xuan caught between laughter and tears. A perfectly good mid-stage Spirit Division expert had been described by her as no different from a big dumb bear.
"That's right, that one. What, do you have a grudge against him?" Lin Xuan asked, a little curious.
"He has no grudge with me, but among the Ice Bear Clan, are there any good people at all? Every last one of them deserves to be put to death." Xiang'er smoothed her hair, her expression and movements so adorable it was almost beyond words.
Sweat. Deserves to be put to death—this resentment really was deep enough. He wondered how the Ice Bear Clan had offended the little princess. Lin Xuan had no intention of prying into the reason, but he was definitely standing on Xiang'er's side. In the world of immortal cultivation, where the weak were prey to the strong, helping one's kin rather than reason was perfectly normal!
Lin Xuan stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
Very soon, the black clouds, the hurricane, and the black Qi arrived several hundred zhang ahead.
A wooing sound rose loudly, and at the same time, the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves entered their ears. Then the clouds drew in, and the hurricane also began to disperse, revealing the faces of the Demon Race within.
The fellow in the lead was extremely tall and sturdy. On the surface, he looked to be a little over thirty, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist. His appearance was no different