Gan Wu finally tore his gaze away and carefully examined the ancient demon.
"Dug out during the great war, perhaps? I'd come to the Demon Realm several times before and had never seen this demon. The Primordial Universe truly ran deep."
The three faces possessed three different innate divine abilities. That crown was bizarre, but that was all—only a crude application of a certain Great Dao. It could still hold out before Zhen Bei, the monkey, and Little Phoenix saw through and broke it, but if Bai Yujun personally made a move, one sword would suffice.
There had to be other old monsters hidden elsewhere in the Primordial Universe. Living in seclusion had its pros and cons; who would have thought that, after hiding for so long, they would lose even the meaning of showing their faces? With Bai Yujun here, the dragon's shadow would envelop the entire Primordial Universe.
Bai Yujun's deep pupils moved as she searched.
She had vaguely sensed danger just now. The false saints were indeed hiding in the Demon Realm, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Sword cultivators had a keen sense for danger. Gan Wu detected a hidden killing intent spreading through the air.
He drew his sword, admiring the sharpness of its edge, then casually performed a couple of moves as he had when he first practiced swordsmanship in the mountains as a child.
"They can't hold back any longer."
"Forced by Junior Sister for a thousand years, they've finally decided to step out and resist."
"Half-Saints..."
"They represent the highest realm presently in the Primordial Universe. All they need is an opportunity to become Saints—the hidden hands stirring the winds and clouds of the Primordial Universe. Luckily, we returned early. Otherwise, missing this battle would have been a lifelong regret."
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