That attack just now had been cold and overbearing, carrying an aura that chilled one to the marrow. It had not been the Human Race's true essence, but demon power.
Chen Xuan's gaze crossed the valley and settled on the figure stepping out of the void.
It was a slender young man clad in a silver-white feathered robe. Every feather on it had condensed from the power of space, trembling gently in the breeze as though they might transform into countless sharp blades and shoot forth at any moment.
His features were handsome, his brows carrying a lofty arrogance. His eyes were silver-white, with faint spatial ripples flowing within his pupils.
He was the prodigy ranked second on the Demon Race's Dragon Transformation Ranking, the young master of the Sky Kun Clan, born with an affinity for the Dao of Space and mastery over spatial divine abilities.
That was why Chen Xuan had not detected him beforehand. Yet the moment his opponent struck, Chen Xuan had sensed it immediately and used Great Void Escape to evade.
"Human, I never expected you to have mastered spatial divine abilities as well." The young master of the Sky Kun Clan stood in the void, looking down at him with scrutiny as he said blandly, "Hand over the Dao Elixir obediently. If I'm in a good mood, I can grant you a quick death. Otherwise, I'll let you learn what it means to have ten thousand blades pierce your heart."
As his words fell, ripples spread through the space behind the young master of the Sky Kun Clan. Silver-white spatial blades condensed from the void one after another, hovering behind him like a peacock spreading its tail.
Every spatial blade radiated a heart-palpitating sharpness, power sufficient to cleave the void.
"You think you can