Strength

Feeling the undisguised aura above her head, Shi Lan understood that, barring any surprises, this visitor was most likely the Azure Moon Demon King.

After thinking it over, Shi Lan rose and slowly walked out of the cave.

Tian Bai crouched at the cave entrance, gazing up at the sky. Its body trembled almost imperceptibly, and it looked somewhat uneasy.

Ordinary demon beasts instinctively feared Demon Kings. In front of Shi Lan, the impostor, Tian Bai had fared a little better; aside from being startled by the occasional pressure of her bloodline, it had felt no particular discomfort.

But now, faced with the genuine pressure of a Demon King, Tian Bai could barely withstand it. The disparity in their bloodlines was engraved in their bones, almost impossible to overcome.

A purple figure stood on empty air, looking down at Shi Lan as she emerged from the cave.

He appeared to be a man in his early thirties, dressed in a purple robe and a carved jade belt. His long hair fell to his waist, and his narrow eyes held a deep, unfathomable gaze, like a vast ocean. It seemed nothing could stir him.

After staring at Shi Lan for a long while, a trace of confusion appeared in the purple-robed man's eyes. Her aura was so weak—and so strange. She didn't seem to be of the Demon Race...

"I am the Azure Moon Demon King. This land is my territory. Why have you allowed your subordinates to slaughter demon beasts on my lands at will? May I ask which clan's Demon King you are? Please state your identity."

Hearing the clear voice from above, Shi Lan remained impassive and showed no intention of replying.

Seeing Shi Lan's attitude, the Azure Moon Demon King, hovering in the air, frowned slightly. He