Malevolence

Gao Xian looked at Daoist Lord Xuanyang. If the other man were not a sixth-rank Pure Yang, he truly would have given him a piece of his mind.

It was really irritating to start spouting discouraging words before anything had even begun!

In his previous life, he had hated people like this most. Before anything had even happened, they would start predicting doom. If things worked out, no one bothered holding it against them.

But if things failed, they would smugly say, "See? I told you it wouldn't work!"

Gao Xian had not expected old Daoist Xuanyang to be just as discouraging. He had been brimming with fighting spirit, but the old man's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, chilling him to the bone.

Old Daoist Xuanyang shook his head. "What, judging by the look of you, you still haven't steeled yourself to die on the arena..."

He clicked his tongue twice. "The Great Net God Transmutation Scripture and the Primordial One Qi Spirit Pearl—how precious are those? Dao Hong took them out and handed them directly to you. He was buying your life!

"You dared reach out and take them without even possessing that awareness..."

Rebuked, Gao Xian lowered his head in silence. Indeed, he had never considered fighting to the death. His life was precious. Though the secret art and divine treasure Daoist Lord Dao Hong had given him were valuable, they were not worth trading his life for.

"You..."

Old Daoist Xuanyang sighed and sat upright. His expression was somewhat complicated as he said, "At every Heaven-Human Covenant assembly, a few God Transmutation cultivators die. That is nothing unusual.

"This time is different because of the great calamity of heaven and earth. The Demon Race in the depths of the East