People Don't Know How Bad They Are Until They Try

Vermilion Bird.

Jing Mu'an.

The former wore luxurious robes and cut an imposing figure. His appearance was extraordinary, and even standing still, his Dominating Aura leaked out in waves.

The latter was fully armored, with a bird's face and a well-proportioned build. His aura and cultivation realm were hazy, and he looked rather illusory.

Lu Bei distinguished their ranks at a glance. As the Northern Black Tortoise among the Four Symbols, he rarely paid close attention to errand boys at the level of the Twenty-Eight Mansions. Today was an exception, and he scrutinized Jing Mu'an in detail.

If he had not seen wrong, the bird demon possessed the Artistic Conception of Unity of Heaven and Man.

That was somewhat unexpected. Instead of working hard on their bloodline abilities, the Demon Race had actually learned to cultivate as humans did—and even comprehended the advanced skill of Unity of Heaven and Man.

As the saying went, "Once the woods grew large, every kind of bird could be found." There was nothing wrong with demons cultivating the Dao, but ninety-nine percent of them would never choose to do so. This was especially true for great demons with powerful bloodlines. Their bloodline abilities, Heavenly Dipper Battle Technique, and Star Array were enough to occupy them for an entire lifetime. Where would they find the energy to cultivate the Dao?

Lu Bei pondered for a moment and could only conclude that this demon's comprehension was no weaker than his own, and that he had learned Unity of Heaven and Man just by casually practicing it.

After examining Jing Mu'an, Lu Bei finally turned his attention to Vermilion Bird. He was a tough opponent, his domineering aura no weaker than Lu Bei's. No wonder he had the nerve to be a traitor and try to overthrow