The underground palace was quiet, Yang Ling's voice echoing through it.
He was keeping his guard up against that passage. Since White Bone Daoist had appeared here,
the Bone Demon King had to be at the other end of the passage.
Fortunately, he had determined that the Bone Demon King followed the path of body cultivation and had extremely low Mental Power.
If the other party could come out through this passage, he would sense it in advance and have enough time to escape.
After a long while, White Bone Daoist Zhu Xiu still looked completely dead, offering no response.
Yang Ling smiled. "Little White, cremate him with Fire Flood Dragon Breath."
The two horns atop Little White's head began to turn red as a ball of flame gathered.
"What exactly do you want?"
Zhu Xiu slowly raised his head, two green flames burning in his eye sockets.
He no longer had vocal cords. His voice was simulated through vibrations of Mental Power.
It sounded completely devoid of emotion, and neither male nor female.
"Done playing dead?"
Yang Ling sneered. "Don't act like you're the victim. We still need to settle the score over those three hundred and thirty-seven flying swords."
Zhu Xiu fell silent for a while. "This was my residence to begin with. You came uninvited."
"Your residence?"
Yang Ling laughed scornfully. "Your White Bone Cave was wiped out long ago. These are the waters around Fire Flood Dragon Island, the Crimson-Refined Fire Flood Dragon Sect's territory.
"When you took over someone else's home and set up a Spirit Medicine Garden here, did you never think that you, too, would one day be destroyed?"
The green flames in Zhu Xiu's eye sockets flickered violently.
"It seems you know quite a lot. You've already consumed the twelve-hundred-year-old Blackwood Snake-Gall