The mark on Xiao Chen's chest glowed. Qiongqi released a green demonic radiance that transformed into invisible, colorless ripples of spiritual perception, stretching toward the majestic cave dwelling at the end of Silver Pine Forest. Then it could not help cursing.
Qiongqi was using a supreme secret art to spy on the place. No one present noticed anything unusual. Although it was gravely injured, the myriad wondrous arts it possessed could still make gods and ghosts sigh in amazement.
"A Quasi-Emperor?" Xiao Chen cried out inwardly.
A Quasi-Emperor of the Sword Dao—even Old Master and Second Master together would not be a match for one!
If the other party took a dislike to him, he would be finished here on the spot.
"I have other matters to attend to. Let us discuss the Dao another day!" Xiao Chen cupped his hands toward the three wolves and turned to leave.
He wanted the Gonggong Divine Armor, but he did not want to gamble with his life. The risk-to-reward ratio was far too poor.
"Little brother, I fear it is too late. Wolf Ancestor said that if you cannot convince it today, you will not leave Silver Pine Forest alive!" Lang Shi said with a troubled expression.
Before long, Xiao Chen followed the wolves to that majestic stone hall with a deeply unwilling look on his face.
Under the endless black snow, Silver Wolf Demon Palace sprawled over a vast area. Buildings hundreds of meters tall stood row upon row, demonic mist surged upward, and Sword Qi pierced the heavens. Above the stone gate of the cave dwelling was embedded an incomparably enormous silver demon wolf, its might towering to the skies.
This was a cave dwelling forged from a strange silver metal. It resembled both jade and gold, flowing with a