Storm

"Besides the Divine Phoenix blood, there's another, even more exalted bloodline aura..."

The man licked the corner of his mouth, his nostrils twitching as he stared fixedly at Shi Lan, his eyes full of longing. "You're definitely not human... Your bloodline is nobler than that of a Demon Emperor's descendant, almost on par with an Imperial Heir..."

As he spoke, the man's gaze grew even more feverish. A few strings of saliva dribbled from the corner of his mouth as he murmured, "An unparalleled tonic..."

"That's a Heavenly Demon, with strength roughly equivalent to the second level of the Heavenly Human Realm. He's probably been watching you for a while. I've been monitoring the entire battlefield, but I missed him for a moment. Hand control of your body over to me, or we won't be able to get away." Samsara spoke.

Shi Lan sighed inwardly. The aura of this Phoenix blood seemed to attract the attention of the Demon Race with alarming ease. That shapeshifting Demon King had been the same.

Boom!

Before Shi Lan could hand control of her body over to Samsara, a streak of golden light came crashing down like a meteor from the heavens, kicking up a cloud of dust dozens of yards high. Along with it came a sky full of staff shadows, raining down on the red-haired man.

As the dust cleared, an old monk stood with his bare upper body exposed and his palms pressed together. His entire body gleamed as if lacquered in gold; he stood nearly ten feet tall, his muscles knotted and bulging.

Shi Lan recognized the old monk. His terrifying strength, with which he had suppressed a Heavenly Demon in a single move, was hard to forget. His kasaya had long since vanished, and no one knew where the