Within the icy, bone-chilling waters of the pool stood a figure.
He wore a green robe, with handsome features and deep, clear eyes that seemed capable of seeing through all things in the world at a single glance.
"Brother Fan!"
Ao Mingyue was both shocked and delighted.
"Who are you?"
The evil will of the first Jiaolong Ancestor narrowed its eyes and carefully sized Lin Fan up, only to find that the latter's aura was completely concealed—even it could not see through him.
Lin Fan glanced at it and said, "You are not qualified to know my name."
"An old Jiaolong that has fallen should obediently vanish in both body and soul. Why continue clinging to this world?"
"It is not too late for you to kill yourself now."
"Hehe..."
"What arrogant words."
"Though I cannot see through your true nature, the scent of a human you emit is obvious enough."
"A mere human cultivator actually dares to run wild here. Do you think you are Dao Lord Wuchen of old?"
The remnant will of the first Jiaolong Ancestor sneered repeatedly, utterly disdainful.
If a powerful Demon Saint had descended, it might have been somewhat wary. But in its eyes, a human cultivator was no more than a flock of chickens and dogs.
Since ancient times, among those of the same realm, Demon Cultivators had always been stronger than human cultivators.
The human race's advantage lay in their mastery of Dao techniques and divine abilities, while Demon Cultivators possessed innate advantages such as their Physical Bodies.
Moreover, the spiritual energy in the cold pool was sparse at present, with only some demonic energy gathering there. For this human cultivator to dare enter alone, was that not simply seeking his own death?
"Idiot."
Lin Fan shook his head and said, "But