"It's him!"
A piercing howl suddenly tore through the silence, its sound waves carrying towering hatred as they shook the surrounding land.
The Netherworld Python's hundred-zhang body abruptly went taut. Its ink-black scales exploded upright with a clang, every one of them gleaming with a cold, deep-blue light.
Then, the Netherworld Python raised its head high, its pair of golden demon pupils locking firmly onto that figure.
Its pupils shrank into two dangerous needlepoints, as though they wished to brand Lu Xuan's figure into the depths of its soul.
"Ancestor, it's him!"
"That human brat!"
The Netherworld Python's hoarse voice trembled uncontrollably. It was not fear, but rage suppressed for far too long, finally finding an outlet.
As its forked tongue flickered, the deep-blue manifestation of its Demon Soul surged up within the void.
The deep-blue radiance spread like a tide across a radius of ten zhang, dyeing the entire space a dark and eerie blue.
Lu Xuan's figure gradually became clear within the blue glow of the Demon Soul.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his robes utterly unmoving amid the violent demonic aura. There was even a faint, ambiguous smile at the corners of his lips.
To Lu Xuan, the Netherworld Python's howls and surging Demon Soul were no more than a dull farce.
He did not even linger his gaze for another moment. He merely slowly turned his head, his eyes crossing the chaotic battlefield to settle upon Empress Xia Mingyue in the distance.
As though sensing something, Empress Xia Mingyue raised her eyes and met his gaze. Her expression was calm and profound, as if she had long expected his arrival.
The corners of Lu Xuan's lips lifted slightly. He had not revealed himself merely to help the Great Xia Dynasty Royal Family escape