This Demonic Cultivator in black robes, with crane-white hair and a childlike face, was none other than the Demonic Path old ancestor of the Feather Transformation Realm—Xuan Sanren.
Behind him stood several Golden Core Demonic Cultivators.
One was a youth of exquisite beauty, but his face was deathly pale, as if covered with a finely carved, flawless sheet of a dead man's skin.
One was a Sword Slave Elder carrying a sword box on his back, his expression wooden, with only the whites of his eyes showing.
One was a burly Demon Cultivator man, his fingertips sharp, bloodshot threads in the depths of his eyes.
These three were precisely the three Demonic Cultivators who had once appeared outside Nanyue City.
The only one missing was that old crone with a decayed air about her, forever muttering like a mad spirit.
"This Zhuang fellow really does have a few tricks."
The pale-faced youth sneered.
The Demon Cultivator man gave a scornful laugh. "If you don't understand Array Technique, then don't run your mouth. What do you mean, 'a few tricks'? This is one of the most profound Array Dao methods in the cultivation world. In your entire Blood Refining Sect, there probably isn't anyone who could understand it."
The pale-faced youth was slightly angered, but the Sword-Box Elder said:
"Mind your words. Mr. Zhuang is not someone you or I can criticize."
The pale-faced youth was displeased, but he said nothing more.
Beneath the Soul Refining Blood Banner and the Sea of Blood that filled the sky.
The Five Elements Mountain-Protecting Grand Array flowed with radiance, Lingli surging as it resisted the killing intent blanketing the heavens and stood toe-to-toe against the monstrous demonic qi.
The Sword-Box Elder licked his lips, a trace of bloodlust appearing in his gaze as he