Xiezhi stared at the white-robed man above the clouds, a faint unease tightening in his gut. The other party's cultivation was clearly no more than that of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, yet his composed bearing sent chills down Xiezhi's spine. Putting on a show of force, he shouted harshly, "Who goes there? Do you know that this is the territory of my Demon Clan? Trespassers will be killed without exception!"
The corners of Su Yang's lips lifted slightly. In Xiezhi's eyes, that smile was clearly three parts mockery and seven parts indifference. His voice was not loud, yet every word rang like a bell: "Since when did the Demon Clan get to throw its weight around throughout the Primordial World?"
His tone seemed to ask a question, yet it carried a sharp edge that brooked no argument. Xiezhi's throat tightened at the sound.
He was no fool, let alone a reckless brute. Which quasi-saint who had set foot in the Primordial World had not endured a thousand tribulations and swallowed ten thousand dangers? Though Xiezhi was lecherous by nature, he was not muddleheaded. From Su Yang's unhurried tone and utterly undisturbed expression alone, he knew this man was no ordinary cultivator.
His realm appeared to be only that of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, but how could such an imposing bearing be borne by a mere Grand Unity Golden Immortal?
Though wary in his heart, Xiezhi remained defiant with his mouth. "By the Dao Ancestor's edict, the Demon Clan governs the heavens! This place falls under our clan's jurisdiction. Your identity is unknown, so our investigation—or even execution of you—is entirely in accordance with the Heavenly Dao!"
Su Yang smiled calmly. "It is true that the Demon Clan once governed the heavens, but the Witch Clan guarded the earth,