Heavenly Demon Illusion Realm

Gao Xian had put it that plainly; old Daoist He Feng and Monk Mingxiang could not very well continue to stop him.

The two Spirit Transformation Dao Lords retreated to Dragon Scale Island. Since Gao Xian intended to fight three Spirit Transformations alone, they would return to the island and keep an eye on the remaining Spirit Transformation demons.

If things truly went wrong, they could at least hold them back for Gao Xian and give him a chance to escape.

The moment the two returned to Dragon Scale Island, Yue Tiandu, gray-robed and saber at his waist, took the initiative to meet them.

Yue Tiandu was nearly eight thousand years old. Broad-bodied and square-shouldered, he stood astride the wind with a saber at his waist, projecting an imposing, baleful air. Yet age had caught up with him: his beard and hair were gray-white, his face creased with wrinkles, and an unmistakable air of decrepitude lingered in his clouded eyes.

"Gao Xian relies on a bit of ability to show off and fight viciously. His conduct is frivolous; he cannot be entrusted with great responsibility."

Yue Tiandu said coolly, "Since this man does not know when to advance or retreat, then let him die. He must not ruin our human race's great undertaking!"

Mingxiang remained silent. He did indeed find Gao Xian somewhat frivolous. But Yue Tiandu's words were far too cold-hearted, as though he did not regard Gao Xian as one of their own at all.

Come to think of it, Yue Kunlun had no grudge against Gao Xian either. Gao Xian had merely defeated Yue Kunlun at the Nine Provinces Assembly, and the old man had borne a grudge ever since.

In contests of skill within the Nine Provinces, victory and defeat depended on one's own abilities. Gao