This time, even Fairy Yutong could not help but lose color in her jade-like face, and Nailong True Person's devil-may-care expression vanished as well. The two exchanged a glance, both their faces filled with horror.
Even Asura back then had never possessed such cultivation speed.
"Third Leader, are you certain you haven't made a mistake?"
"Tian Xiaojian—how could this little brother fail to recognize him? And that Seven-Colored Mystic Ice Fire, I personally saw him use it. I am one hundred percent certain," Lin Xuan said decisively.
Seeing Lin Xuan so sure, the three fell silent, all racking their minds over what sort of fortuitous encounter Tian Xiaojian could possibly have had.
Yet after thinking for a while, they still had not the slightest clue.
Something like this, unless one had experienced it personally and witnessed it with one's own eyes, was simply hard to believe.
The three of them were all among the Spirit World's top-level mighty figures, and had lived for countless years. Their breadth of experience needed no elaboration, yet this matter truly was far too inconceivable.
At the same time, who knew how many tens of thousands of li away, the chief culprit who had caused Lin Xuan and the others endless trouble wore an utterly idle, relaxed expression.
This was a boundless swamp.
Tian Xiaojian hovered in midair. Layer upon layer, his surroundings were packed full with tens of thousands of Outer-Domain Heavenly Demons.
Each one spewed devilish qi from its mouth and had an extremely bizarre appearance; their number totaled well over a hundred thousand.
On the surface, that did not seem too outrageous, but these fellows from the Outer Heaven Demon Domain all had cultivation no lower than the Spirit Division Stage.
It could be said that they were an immense force.