Intimidating the Demon Beasts

At this moment, the four Fourth-order Demonic Beasts finally came to their senses.

Looking at the black bear Wang Daoyuan had slain, their fury burned to the heavens.

They bared their claws and fangs, wanting to fight Wang Daoyuan.

But when they recalled that earlier roar, they hesitated again. That roar had left them dazed for nearly a breath.

When Golden Core-level fighters clashed, not even half a breath was needed to decide life and death.

Since Wang Daoyuan could leave them dazed for one full breath, he had the strength to kill them.

Just as they were caught between a rock and a hard place, a white-robed man with a snow-white horn growing from his head flew out of an inn in the northern part of Returning Goose Market.

He sneered. "Fellow Daoist Wang, you have gone a little too far. Our Demon Race juniors were somewhat rash.

"But the moment you acted, you killed a mid-grade Fourth-order Demon Race member. You truly do not take our Demon Race seriously."

This Demon Race member was a peak-grade Fourth-order cultivator. He gave off a faint Dragon Might and was likely of dragon blood.

However, his dragon horn had grown into a single horn. His dragon blood was not especially concentrated; at most, he was a snake that had transformed into a flood dragon.

A biting chill surrounded him. He was likely a dragon-blooded creature from the Extreme Cold Ice Plains.

A dragon-blooded creature at this level was, compared with human cultivators, merely a fairly strong third-rate Golden Core cultivator or a weaker second-rate Golden Core cultivator.

With Wang Daoyuan's current strength, he could kill him without even activating a Lesser Divine Ability, and it would not affect his alchemy.

"This fellow Daoist should be from the Extreme Cold Ice Plains,