Li Yaotian's strange expression left Lin Xuan rather surprised, but he did not dwell on it. Since they had already torn off all pretense of cordiality, more useless talk would do no good. With him and Yue'er joining forces, wiping out the other side would be no problem.
A flash of black light passed over Lin Xuan's body, and his entire aura turned eerie.
Yue'er smoothed her hair with one hand, opened her mouth, and spat a small banner from her cherry lips. Her slender palm grasped it and gave it a gentle wave. In an instant, countless streams of black qi surged out from within, ghostly shadows piled upon one another, and the roars of beasts rang out in full force.
"The Ten Thousand Soul Banner! It really is Senior Demon Lord!"
Seeing Yue'er cast her spell, Li Yaotian's face changed drastically. He was so frightened his soul nearly flew beyond the heavens, and he immediately bent his knees and began begging for mercy.
That action left Lin Xuan completely stunned. But after a slight frown and a moment of thought, he came back to himself. Amused, he formed a plan: going along with the mistake did not seem like a bad idea.
"You have decent eyes, boy. How did you recognize this old man?" Lin Xuan spoke in an old, self-important tone.
"Demon Lord, calm your anger. This junior had no intention of offending your tiger's might. My admiration for you is like the surging waters of a great river..." Who would have thought Li Yaotian, this fellow, was not only vicious-minded, but also possessed a first-rate talent for flattering and bootlicking!
Lin Xuan felt goosebumps rise all over his body just listening, yet the man neither blushed nor panted.
"Enough nonsense. You still haven't answered this old