"Calm your anger, Princess. A mere Wang Tinglou amounts to nothing, but that old Tribulation Transcendence Stage monster who interfered midway is no ordinary opponent. Leaving aside his other Supernatural Powers and spells, his close-combat strength was actually something even this old man could not match. Otherwise, how could I have let him escape?"
Old Monster Feng's voice entered her ears, but the shame on his face was hard to hide. No matter the reason, as a member of the Demon Race, losing in close-quarters combat to a human cultivator was disgraceful to the extreme.
"Uncle Feng..."
Princess of Ten Thousand Flood Dragons was indeed irritable and quick to anger, but she was not blindly unreasonable. The Old Monster Feng before her was one of her father's great generals.
He was skilled in the Law of Speed, and when combined with worldly martial arts, his close-combat strength was something even her royal father had praised. Naturally, he could not be an incompetent figure.
Yet even he had returned heavily wounded. Naturally, this was no fault of his in battle.
Thinking to this point, Princess of Ten Thousand Flood Dragons knitted her brows together. "Is that Lin Kid truly as troublesome as you all say?"
"Indeed. The opponent's Supernatural Powers are truly incomparably troublesome. Though he cannot compare with a late-stage cultivator, among existences of the same rank, he is absolutely outstanding. There is no mistake about that."
Old Monster Feng spoke with ironclad certainty. This evaluation seemed quite high, but in truth, his estimate of Lin Xuan's strength was still absurdly low.
How could Lin Xuan's strength be encompassed by the mere word "outstanding"? Even a late-stage cultivator like Yellow Springs Ghost Mother had once been destroyed by him.
Moreover, at that time, his Second Nascent Soul and Demon Core