No matter what had happened between the two of them.
Proud Sun Old Demon was, at any rate, a Nascent Soul Great Perfection cultivator. Even if his true combat strength was no match for the Yellow Springs Temple Master, he would not be killed by the other party because of that.
Moreover, the battlefield was still inside Eastern Peak Capital.
Right under Crimson Heaven Demon Venerable's nose, neither of them dared to cause too great a commotion. Otherwise, the consequences it triggered might very likely not be so easy to accept.
To the Heaven Refining Demon Sect, all cultivators who touched upon the Spirit Transformation Stage posed a threat, and among them, the heads of the Four Demonic Dao Sects were the foremost.
The Yellow Springs Temple Master's identity was even more sensitive than Proud Sun Old Demon's.
He should have been even more wary of this point.
So what truly astonished Wang Yu was that after the Yellow Springs Temple Master gave chase, Proud Sun Old Demon did not appear.
That was what made it puzzling.
After ruling out other possibilities, given the piss-poor nature of demonic cultivators, the greatest possibility was that they had reached some sort of deal in secret, and that was also the root of why he had asked this question.
If this guess turned out to be true, then the credibility and character of Zhuo Clan cultivators were a little too worthy of criticism—and too shameless.
In the field.
The Yellow Springs Temple Master did not answer Wang Yu's question. After carefully sizing him up, his nostrils twitched.
"You cultivate the divine abilities of Yellow Springs Temple, and more than one at that. Who passed them on to you?"
"Since Temple Master has come to ambush and kill Wang, why bother caring about such