Jiang Li was surprised. Ordinary Second Grade Demon Kings could not withstand even one exchange with him.
But each of the three Second Grade Demon Kings before him seemed far from ordinary.
"Jiang Li, that's Tu Shan Guanguan! Seven hundred years ago, she slaughtered a city in Guandong and killed the Heavenly Mountain Martial Venerable of that era!"
Li Qingwei's voice reached him through a wavering transmission, as though struggling through layer upon layer of barriers.
"The Green Mound Beast Den. An Elder Pureblood. A Nine-Tailed Sky Fox!"
When Li Qingwei's voice fell silent, Jiang Li heard the fear buried within it.
Exotic Beast Bloodlines fell into three kinds: ancient, Mythic Bloodline, and Demon Emperor. They were not ranked in that order; what mattered was the strength of the bloodline.
Possessing a bloodline did not mean one could wield its full power. Only a pureblood could do that.
How could Li Qingwei not be afraid once he recognized Tu Shan Guanguan?
Across all Great Xia, if his master, the Longevity Martial Emperor, did not intervene, fewer than a handful could match her.
And not one could kill her.
Seven hundred years ago, when Tu Shan Guanguan slaughtered a city and killed a Martial Venerable, she had only been Fourth Grade.
The Black-and-Yellow Sacred Chariot's defenses were showing signs of tearing.
"So you're a pureblood. No wonder."
Jiang Li chuckled. The next instant, he moved.
He stepped forward and swept his hand across like a blade.
Peerless Art, Break Myriad Manifestations!
As the strike fell, Tu Shan Guanguan slipped aside. Several peaks behind her were sheared flat.
Jiang Li stepped out of the Black-and-Yellow Sacred Chariot, sending his formidable Mental Power down upon her.
"Using Mental Power against me? Yours is strong, I'll grant you that. But it still isn't enough!"