"You know nothing of this. Xiang Yang was blessed by heaven with extraordinary talent. In barely a dozen years, he had already caught up to us or even surpassed us. His resolve was naturally beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
"In my view, he must have learned long ago that our Demonic Sect intended to move against him. Yet his skill was high and his courage great. Call him arrogant or confident as you please; in any case, he had deliberately come to dwell in these desolate mountains and wait.
"I even think he wants to use our Demonic Sect as a whetstone to advance toward the supreme Martial Path. People like you and me are merely tools in his eyes, used to measure the sharpness of his blade."
Heart Demon sneered, utterly dismissive of Blood Demon's doubts. Yet his expression was not pleasant either, for his speculation truly revealed certain problems.
For instance, Xiang Yang's martial realm had likely reached an unfathomable level, beyond the reckoning of gods and ghosts. Aside from the Demon Emperor, any expert of the Demonic Sect might not necessarily be able to subdue him. Heart Demon, who had always hidden behind the scenes and seldom fought head-on, could not help but feel wary.
For another, Xiang Yang was truly ruthless and vicious—not only toward his enemies, but toward himself as well. For the sake of cultivation and progress in martial arts, he would not hesitate to court danger with his own body, even wagering his life. Calling such a man a madman would not be excessive. Demons were frightening, but they were still less terrifying than such desperadoes.
As the saying went, the strong feared the fierce, the fierce feared the reckless, and the reckless feared those who did not fear death. If an