Xiang Qingcheng wanted to seize the Water Spirit Pearl for herself, but with Yuan Tianfang, Xiao Jinglei, and the Twelfth-Tier Demon Algae Green Crocodile all there, she might have thought highly of herself, but she didn't believe she could get involved in a struggle at that level.
Settling for the next best thing, she could only come to Lake Moshang and investigate the strange happenings. Though she suspected Lu Xiaotian and the others were putting on an act and trying to turn the trouble toward someone else, they had spoken with such certainty that their story sounded entirely plausible. There was no harm in coming to take a look. Besides, she was somewhat curious about the cultivator who used tiger-shaped techniques and wanted to get close enough to see what he was really like.
Who could have known that Lake Moshang would suddenly descend into chaos? Cries of agony rang out everywhere as demonic energy and a strange, sinister aura surged toward them.
"There's something strange about this lake!" Xiang Qingcheng raised her delicate brows. Several ghostly vines, barely visible and heavy with ghostly energy, crept toward her. She pointed into the air, and a streak of fierce Sword Qi shot out, striking the Ghost-Faced Water Demon Vine and drawing a shrill scream from it.
"Xiao family, you actually raise these demonic ghosts to attack us! What sinister intentions! Take this punch!" Lu Xiaotian roared again and drove out a fist. A massive whirlpool erupted in the lake, sweeping toward the Thunder Envoy pursuing him from behind.
Ziqing High Person forced Xiao Jingsong back with a palm strike. He privately muttered that the silver-haired brat usually seemed so aloof and humorless, yet now he was fanning the flames like some street thug.
Lu Xiaotian saw Xiang Qingcheng cast him a