"Xiao Yuntian?"
Xiao Chen's pupils contracted, and a chill ran down his spine. The old saying held true: what you feared was what came. Earlier, he had worried that Xiao Yuntian might come to the marshlands in person and bully the weak with his strength. But then he had recalled the sect's explicit rule: Mountain Lords and True Dragons could not attack anyone three realms beneath them. Those who bullied the weak would face severe punishment. That had put the thought out of his mind.
The Demon Heaven Sect had never shown mercy to those who crossed its bottom line.
Xiao Chen had assumed that, as an elder's grandson, Xiao Yuntian understood the rules thoroughly and would not risk breaking them over an insignificant new disciple like him.
Who would have thought Xiao Yuntian held him in such high regard that he would risk his own neck to pursue and eliminate him?
"The marshlands are vast and boundless. How did you find me when you came alone?" Xiao Chen asked, his brows drawn together.
The crimson demonic bird hovered a hundred meters overhead. Treading on glowing clouds, Xiao Yuntian descended slowly. With a lift of his hand, crimson radiance billowed, and ancient runes gathered in his palm. The next instant, a flock of black demonic bats rushed in from afar and circled him.
"Have you seen them before? These little fellows are all my eyes and ears!"
Xiao Yuntian dropped from the sky, pointing at the demonic bats with a light chuckle.
Xiao Chen froze, instantly realizing who had revealed his whereabouts.
While he had been fleeing earlier, demonic bats had kept appearing among the clouds. He had assumed they were merely passing by and paid them no attention.
Who would have thought Xiao Yuntian possessed a bat-controlling technique and