Demonic Clash

Though Yun Fei was a man of few words, he saw matters far more clearly than Wei Qi. Shaking his head, he said,

"I'm afraid it won't be that easy. Do you really think the master of Mishui Immortal Palace is some kind-hearted great benefactor?

Master once judged this man thus: mountains and rivers hid peril in his chest, while his heart was as deep as an abyssal lake. He carried great terror, great danger, and plotted for something far greater.

Unless necessary, it would be best not to provoke him."

Like Meng Zhao, Yun Fei had agreed to attend the Demon Gathering in order to broaden his horizons, not to stir up needless trouble.

There was another reason as well: he wished to meet the outstanding experts of the Demonic Path and use them to verify what he had learned.

He respected Dragon City's reputation and martial arts, but did not fear him. Yet Meng Zhao had already made him feel inferior, with no hope of ever surpassing him.

The Heaven Swallowing Dao Child had filled him with fear, casting a hazy shadow over his heart that had nearly given rise to an inner demon.

Now, he urgently needed to break that shadow with an even stronger stance. Discussing martial arts through combat and building up his momentum was undoubtedly an excellent way to do so.

As they spoke, thunderous booms suddenly rolled over from not far away. Waves of gloomy, ominous aura spread outward, their vital energies clashing like needlepoint against wheat awn, concealing overflowing Killing Aura. Everyone was startled.

"Someone's fighting, Master. Should we go take a look?"

Having come this far, Meng Zhao and the others had not truly encountered any human habitation, but they had seen no shortage of traces left by passersby along the