Immortal Script

The moment Wang Xian entered the Inner World, he heard the Heavenly Demon Emperor's boisterous voice.

Following the sound, Wang Xian saw the Heavenly Demon Emperor continuously rubbing the Sacred Ice Wolf's head with one hand while suppressing Sword Twenty-Three, whose face was filled with madness, with the other.

Sword Twenty-Three was currently radiating silver-white light. Runes flickered in and out of sight across his exposed skin, and that silver light was exactly what had appeared when the dungeon emerged.

"Brat, you finally came. What's going on with this guy?" the Heavenly Demon Emperor immediately asked Wang Xian upon seeing him.

He knew Sword Twenty-Three and knew that he was one of the Immortal Palace's higher-ups. They had even drunk together more than once, and their relationship was actually fairly good.

That was precisely why his method of suppressing Sword Twenty-Three had been relatively gentle.

"Uncle Ao, let him go first," Wang Xian said.

"Be careful, then. That silver light on him is strange. Once it shines on your body, it turns into runes that desperately burrow into you and directly fuse with your flesh. I had to put in a great deal of effort to expel and refine those runes," the Heavenly Demon Emperor said gravely.

"I know."

Wang Xian nodded.

"Then I'm letting him go."

After saying that, the Heavenly Demon Emperor removed the hand suppressing Sword Twenty-Three. Then, like a rabbit spotting a fox, he grabbed the loose skin at the back of the Sacred Ice Wolf's neck and sprang far away in an instant.

"Uncle Ao, is that really necessary?" Wang Xian looked at the Heavenly Demon Emperor speechlessly.

"Brat, be careful!"

Just then, the runes on Sword Twenty-Three's body appeared again, followed by silver light. The Heavenly Demon Emperor immediately shouted a warning to Wang