In the western wilderness of the Primeval Demonic Realm, swordsman and demon faced each other. After several life-and-death exchanges, they temporarily reined in their killing intent.
Under the night sky, killing intent lurked deep within the eyes of the two men standing face to face. Yet without absolute certainty, neither would strike again so lightly.
"Marquis of Knowing Fate, let us talk."
Xuan Luo looked at the young man before him and said calmly, "I can continue concealing your identity for you, and even help you deal with Xuan Zhen. What do you say? Given your situation within the Heavenly Demon Royal Clan, getting rid of Xuan Zhen should be an imperative task."
Ning Chen narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Have you not already pledged yourself to Xuan Zhen? With your strength, Xuan Zhen will certainly put you to great use. Why would you betray your master?"
"Betray my master? Heh."
Xuan Luo gave a cold laugh and said, "A mere Xuan Zhen is not qualified to be the master of I, Xuan Luo. Marquis of Knowing Fate, consider my proposal carefully. Rather than fighting until both of us are battered and broken, why not join hands and achieve our respective goals?"
"What do you want? Or rather, what can you gain by joining hands with me?" Ning Chen asked indifferently.
"I want the fortune of the Heavenly Demon Clan," Xuan Luo said in a deep voice.
"Oh?"
A strange light flashed through Ning Chen's eyes. "Only the two Crown Princes are qualified to inherit the fortune of the Heavenly Demon Clan. Do you think you have such an opportunity?"
"It may appear that I do not now, but that does not mean I will not in the future."
Xuan Luo smiled. "The five great royal clans have now