The Demon Race's Counterattack

Gao Xian knew the two Spirit Transformation Dao Lords meant well, but he had not stayed on Dragon Scale Island merely to show off his strength.

Having arrived on Dragon Scale Island several days ago, Gao Xian had long noticed that the Demon Race on the island was overbearing, suppressing the human cultivators.

In the end, it was simply because the Demon Race was powerful. For all sorts of reasons, none of the human cultivators were willing to stick their necks out.

He did not like sticking his neck out either. But seeing the Demon Race bully human cultivators truly made him uncomfortable. And when he saw demons trafficking humans, killing intent had risen in his heart then and there.

It so happened that the Four-Horned Black Flood Dragon came looking for him. On one hand, he could avenge Old Yue and fulfill their agreement. On the other, he could vent this anger in his chest.

These Demon Race creatures feared might, not virtue. Killing a Spirit Transformation demon would open their eyes and teach them the consequences.

Besides, he had his own selfish motives.

Dragon Scale Island gathered demons and human Rogue Cultivators from all directions, all coming from the surrounding seas. If he made a name for himself here, his reputation would swiftly spread throughout the nearby waters.

If Yun Qingxuan and the others were nearby, they should come looking for him once they heard his name.

Gao Xian did not think himself invincible beneath heaven. The world was vast—he had two Primordial Spirits, but perhaps others had three or four.

Most of the overseas demons were crude and uncouth. Yet some Demon Race lineages had been passed down from eighth-rank great demons.

Even sixth-rank Pure Yang was something he had to look up to. As for seventh-