These people were the cream of the crop throughout the entire Great Jun Dynasty. They were no opponents the few Devil Generals in Demon Arrival City could handle.
The moment their whereabouts were exposed, Yan Moxi would inevitably make a move.
The day he left Demon Arrival City would be the day Lu Yang struck.
Over the next few days, Lu Yang quietly stayed at the inn, never stepping outside.
In Demon Arrival City, the Devil Race held an exceedingly exalted status. If he refrained from provoking anyone, the humans were already thanking their lucky stars; not a single one dared to pick a fight with him.
It wasn't that Lu Yang didn't want to go out.
It was just that the area around the Rebirth Pool was heavily guarded. Even members of the Devil Race couldn't approach it freely.
Even if Lu Yang went out now, it would be pointless. If he let anything slip, he might bring trouble down on himself.
As the days passed, Lu Yang stayed contentedly at the inn, meditating and cultivating while endlessly refining his saber techniques in his mind.
He had a remarkable talent for saber techniques. These past few days, whenever he calmed himself and recalled his battle with Bai Jinglei on Sacred Shadow Mountain, new insights would well up within him.
His understanding of the saber dao had, one could say, grown steadily with the passage of time.
He could clearly feel that he was very close to breaking through the bottleneck and reaching the Eighth Realm.
Even without any outside help or fortuitous opportunities, he would be able to attain the Dao and become a Venerable within five years at most!
If he hadn't spent all the Experience Points he'd gained from killing the five fiends of Black Death Cave