The Gods of the Great Thousand World

The Eagle-Headed Monster's words echoed through the underground square, but the weathered voice he called Master did not answer at once.

Long Teng heard him mention Sword Venerable Fudao, but the expression on his face did not change. He did not speak to clarify his relationship with Sword Venerable Fudao.

The underground square fell into silence.

The Eagle-Headed Monster turned to look at Long Teng on the ground. He raised his right hand, and his palm turned into an eagle's claw, long and narrow and sharp, even the tips of his fingers glinting with cold light.

He looked down at Long Teng from above, a cold sneer hanging on his face, the killing intent in his eyes impossible to hide.

Long Teng lifted his eyes to look at him, his face still calm, without the slightest fear.

Seeing Long Teng so composed, the fury in the Eagle-Headed Monster's heart was instantly ignited. His features turned savage, and he raised his claw and swung it at Long Teng.

"Wait!"

The weathered voice suddenly rang out. Wisps of demonic qi drifted from that fierce demon stone statue, swiftly condensing into a transformed demon.

It was an old man, wearing a black robe made from beast hide. He floated in the air like a ghost, his white hair hanging loose and covering most of his face. His gaze fell on Long Teng, his brows tightly furrowed.

"His name is Long Teng. What is his relationship with Long Qing, the sect master of the Taixuan Sect?" the old man asked. He could not deduce Long Teng's karma, and this made him uneasy. A powerful sense of panic filled his heart.

He felt disaster was about to descend!

The Eagle-Headed Monster turned his head to look at his master and said with a frown, "So