Ye Honglian had been pleasantly surprised to run into Wang Xian, but his cultivation and behavior soon put her off.
In her heart, only Young Master Yan Hui was truly powerful in Sunset City.
And after everything he had experienced in the secret realm, Yan Hui was probably stronger than all the so-called Devil Race experts she had met before.
Not to mention, in her heart, when Yan Hui first entered the secret realm, he had slain a demonic bird and given her its core.
Seeing Wang Xian at his current, utterly disgraceful worst, Ye Honglian's pride only strengthened her resolve. She refused to leave this place without changing for the better.
She would become stronger—so strong that a man like Wang Xian would despair.
Standing atop the snow-covered mountain, she silently took out the demonic beast core Yan Hui had given her and looked down at Wang Xian, who was as insignificant as an ant below.
A soaring ambition suddenly rose in her heart. If I break through another realm, I might kill you with a single glance!
At the thought, she looked at the core in her palm, then at Wang Xian, still sitting beneath the ancient tree. Suddenly, Ye Honglian smiled.
She murmured, "I'll make you see..."
Before the words had even left her mouth, the core in her hand vanished into her heart. Boom! A terrifying surge of vitality enveloped her.
If Wang Xian had been there, he would probably have cursed her out.
What kind of lunatic used a demonic beast core to improve her cultivation? Wasn't she afraid of being devoured by its power?
Simply unbelievable!
Wang Xian, beneath the old tree, was lost in his own thoughts. How could he know about Ye Honglian's reckless act?
Wind and snow swept across the sky,