Just as they were exchanging false pleasantries with smiles.
The black-hooded figure from Divine Dragon Hall suddenly stiffened all over, as if it had encountered something utterly terrifying...
The burly man from the Cave Scorpion Tribe glanced across the table, his eyes asking what had caused such a loss of composure. At their level of cultivation, even if mountains collapsed before them, their expressions should not change.
The tall black-hooded figure rose to its feet. Though it tried desperately to hide it, its panic was still visible.
The burly man could not see the faint phantom before the table.
The phantom was Xiao.
There was no rage, no outburst.
Xiao merely smiled calmly as he gazed at the black-hooded great demon. He had already seen through its disguise. That smile alone made the black-hooded figure tremble, too afraid to meet his eyes. The pressure seeped into its very bones. Even knowing the phantom before it was not Xiao's true body, it was still overwhelmed by terror, uncertain whether to remain seated or stand.
"Are you all right? Did something go wrong with your cultivation technique?"
The Cave Scorpion chieftain noticed the anomaly, set down his bone bowl, and frowned as he questioned him.
He could not hear the phantom speaking to the black-hooded figure, smiling as he spoke in a mild tone.
"A mere Demon Dragon has quite the nerve, daring to alter my plans without permission. Listen carefully: if you do not wish to die, the faster you leave, the better. The Crocodile Dragon cannot kill the White Dragon, but its special talent lets it protect itself. As for you, you may die. Is it worth it for that worthless son of yours?"
The great demon panicked and had no choice but to lift the black hood...
The Cave