A pair of enormous wings condensed from Martial Dao Divine Power unfolded from Ning Xiaochuan's back. With a flap of his wings, he held himself suspended in the air and said, "Ghost Bat King, this is the Imperial City, beneath Tian Zi's feet. You kill people and seize treasures here—aren't you afraid of dying an unnatural death?"
Ghost Bat King was a Demon Sect Martial Venerable of the No Life Path. He had lived for more than a hundred and ten years and could absolutely be considered one of the Demon Sect's great figures.
In terms of seniority, he was a generation above even the No Life Path Lord. When the No Life Path Lord saw him, he had to address him as Martial Uncle.
Ghost Bat King's long hair hung loose over his head. His pupils were pitch-black, his mouth full of yellow teeth, with some missing altogether. When he spoke, air leaked through his mouth. "Beneath Tian Zi's feet? You've scared me to death. Boy, hand over the 'Northern Darkness Divine Art.' Lend it to me for three days, and I guarantee I won't let you die too painfully."
Ning Xiaochuan snorted coldly, his gaze turning sharp. "Do you really think that with your cultivation, you can run rampant through the Imperial City?"
Ghost Bat King sensed a chilling killing intent emanating from Ning Xiaochuan.
It had condensed from immense Martial Dao Essence Qi, causing the temperature in the air to plummet. Even the Black-haired Ghost Bat Beast beneath his feet grew uneasy, continuously spewing black vapor from its nostrils.
He actually sensed a dangerous aura from this brat. Could it have been an illusion?
Ghost Bat King was, after all, a century-old demon. Naturally, he would not be frightened by Ning Xiaochuan, believing that he had merely