Ning Wangshu's thoughts raced through his mind. Then he suddenly recalled what the demon had said when he used the Pre-Technique just now...
"Right, judging from what the demon said earlier, the Pre-Technique is also one of those so-called Nine Secrets. Since they're called the Nine Secrets... does that mean there are nine secret techniques in total?"
"Though the Pre-Technique and the Array Technique are two of the Nine Secrets, they're completely different kinds of secret techniques. There's no doubt, though, that both are extraordinarily powerful and remarkable."
"If the Nine Secrets really is the collective name for nine secret techniques, I wonder how powerful the other seven are—and what kinds of techniques they might be..."
Ning Wangshu marveled inwardly.
More than anything, he was curious about the Nine Secrets, and felt a strange sense of anticipation.
He wanted to know what these Nine Secrets were, and what each one could do.
However, the fact that this demon knew of the Nine Secrets and had shown such intense wariness toward two of them, the Array Technique and the Pre-Technique, made it clear that the Nine Secrets were supreme techniques passed down from an unimaginably distant age—the Ancient Era, or perhaps even the remote past.
How could it be easy to learn more about the Nine Secrets?
As Ning Wangshu marveled, the demon's soul had already shot out of his Sea of Consciousness.
Enduring the pain of its wounded soul, it glared fiercely at Ning Wangshu and snarled through gritted teeth, "You Human Race brat, just you wait!"
"When I regain my strength, I won't just drain every last drop of your Essence Blood. I'll rip out your living soul and roast it over demonic flames day and night, making you suffer the torment of those flames for all eternity—unable to