"Who are you?"
After the Tiger-Subduing Villa party arrived, they saw Fang Yuan sitting cross-legged atop the great demon. Uncertainty and suspicion filled their eyes.
They were cautious, and didn't try probing him with their Divine Sense. That would have been extremely rude and regarded as a provocation.
With their eyesight alone, they could make out only a blurry figure surrounded by strands of blood-red light, like an asura from the boundless depths of hell.
"The Ice Python's aura is completely gone. How is that possible?"
Earlier, Cao Chuang had been brimming with confidence, utterly certain of himself. But when he reached the Cold Pool, he froze in place like a stone, completely dumbstruck.
A Foundation Establishment great demon had been slain!
The people from Tiger-Subduing Villa knew better than to bring it up. Wu Huairen, meanwhile, stared intently at the area beneath the Cold Pool.
"The Treasure Herb is still there!"
Reflected in his pupils was a small tree, just over half a meter tall, beneath the Cold Pool. The Cold Origin Fruit swaying among its branches and leaves was especially eye-catching.
Few people could remain calm in the presence of rare heavenly treasures. Wu Huairen was no exception.
He was about to dive into the Cold Pool and take the Treasure Herb, but a Foundation Establishment cultivator beside him reached out to stop him. The gesture brought him back to his senses at once.
"I was too hasty."
Wu Huairen cast a grave glance at Fang Yuan atop the Ice Python's corpse, then turned to Cao Chuang.
"Uncle Cao, are you confident you can handle him?"
After composing himself, Cao Chuang's gaze grew more serious. He shook his head. "I'm no match for him."
"Even you aren't confident, Uncle Cao?" Wu Huairen exclaimed. "Could he be a Core