A Demi-Saint!
Perched on the Necromancer's shoulder, Night Owl's eyes narrowed, surprise flickering within them—but only that much.
For Frost Lord to send her attack, infused with the Power of Death, flying away with a single move, he had inevitably exposed the Demi-Saint's mighty power contained within those ice wings.
Yet, if he had been sealed inside Unforgiven Hall, Night Owl would never believe Frost Lord was merely an ordinary Higher Void even if she died.
Thus, she had long anticipated this possibility. It was not terribly shocking.
At least, he was not a Saint Emperor.
Only...
This guy's move is a little too formidable, isn't it? That attack contained Ancestral Source Power, yet he swatted it away so easily?
The thought surfacing in Xu Xiaoshou's mind at that moment was exactly the same as Night Owl's.
He judged that Frost Lord was no simple Demi-Saint. Perhaps he could even rank among the foremost Demi-Saints.
I wonder how he compares to Jiang Buyi...
One was a Demi-Saint who had strangled the budding threat in its cradle the instant Teng Shanhai's demonic god power aura leaked out.
The other had faced an attack infused with the Power of Death head-on and casually swatted it away with ice wings.
Xu Xiaoshou could not judge whose cultivation was greater, Frost Lord's or Jiang Buyi's. If the two could settle both supremacy and life-and-death before him, that would be the best possible... fantasy.
"You're a Demi-Saint?"
Xu Xiaoshou did not spare another glance at Night Owl's swatted-away attack. Somewhat uncertain, he glanced toward the hole in the cell door. "You're a Demi-Saint, yet you call me big brother? Now I really don't dare let you out."
He showed weakness first.
Some matters were best laid bare. What he feared was a petty person remembering