Hundred Flower Valley.
The two old monsters set their ambush, then hid themselves in the dense forest, restraining their auras as they waited for the rabbit by the stump.
Green mountains towered, and the grass was like a lush carpet. At a glance, the entire valley was quiet and beautiful. Who could have imagined that cold killing intent was hidden within?
One man and one demon arrived there and lay in ambush for several hours. Only when the sun was sinking westward did a streak of escaping light finally fall into view.
Joy appeared on the Black Tiger Demon King's face, but a moment later, his expression turned somewhat strange. That startling rainbow was a murky gray, completely different from the escaping light Peacock Fairy usually used. Could it be some other cultivator or member of the Demon Race who had wandered here by accident?
Thinking this, Black Tiger could not help muttering inwardly. He gave Old Ancestor Hun Yuan, who was hidden to one side, a look, while an inexplicable sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.
Though that escaping light was utterly unremarkable, its speed was extremely fast. A moment later, it descended roughly a hundred zhang from the two of them.
The radiance drew in, revealing an ordinary-looking youth. Needless to say, it was Lin Xuan.
At this moment, he had not concealed his cultivation. Divine light was contained within him, and spiritual power rose proudly from his body. Both old monsters' faces changed drastically.
Although they had already guessed just now that the newcomer was not Peacock Fairy, they had not expected his cultivation to be so high. An old monster at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage—this was rather troublesome.
What exactly was the other party's aim? Was he merely passing by by chance, or