Terrifying the Demons

Dark clouds pressed down upon the sea, the cold wind whistled softly, and chilly rain fell without end.

Beneath the shroud of cloud and rain, the sea was deep, dim, and violently turbulent, weighing heavily on the heart.

Gao Xian waited amid the wind and rain for a while, yet not a single demon dared to come out and fight. His gaze turned toward Seventeen Lady Jiao a thousand miles away. The flood-dragon demoness met his eyes coldly for an instant before looking away. She took several steps back and sat down in her own chair.

The armor-like scales covering Seventeen Lady Jiao's entire body had also been withdrawn, exposing broad swathes of snowy-white, lush skin once more. She reclined lazily in her chair, her legs spread rather brazenly apart, looking both wanton and casual.

With that expression and posture, she seemed to be waiting for Gao Xian to come over and throw down!

The moment Gao Xian saw Seventeen Lady Jiao's manner, he knew she had started to give up. Since she did not dare to fight, he could not exactly force her hand.

Dragon Scale Island actually had several more Spirit Transformation demons, but none of them even dared to look at him now. Clearly, he had scared them nearly pissless. They had no nerve whatsoever to make a move.

Gao Xian was quite satisfied with this outcome. It was not as though he absolutely had to kill the Dragon Scale Association's Spirit Transformation demons. The Dragon Scale Association was such a massive organization, with two Pure Yang sixth-rank demons holding the fort. Killing a few Spirit Transformations would not affect the overall situation.

Instead, it would stir up conflict between the two sides, which would be no good thing for human cultivators.

His deliberate display of might