"Demonic Scholar..." Xiao Yan trembled fiercely, stepping directly in front of Xun Er to shield her from the monstrous evil Qi rushing toward them!
"Welcome, everyone." The Demonic Scholar smiled faintly, gently rising from the black throne before performing a scholar's salute toward Xiao Yan and the others below. He wore the air of a mere literatus, completely lacking the terrifying might of an Outer Realm Evil Clan ruler.
"This fellow..." The Peerless Heavenly Emperor and Xiao Yan exchanged glances, their internal pressure soaring. It seemed this fellow's intellect was far more formidable than Blood King Mo's.
He and Blood King Mo were both at the Eight-Star Dou Xian Perfection Stage, and coupled with such astonishing intelligence, the Demonic Scholar was likely the true scourge!
"Demonic Scholar, you have occupied the core of our Ancient Clan for decades. Today, we have brought the elite of the Ancient Clan to kill our way back." Xun Er's ethereal voice was exceptionally melodious, surprisingly carrying a hint of a holy aura that could purify all things, causing the soul bodies behind her to tremble at the sound.
"Hehe, Guyuan, it seems your Ancient Clan has produced quite a few decent saplings."
"Since that's the case, you should entertain them well." Seeing Xun Er's stance, the Demonic Scholar was not in a hurry. He sat back down upon the black throne, a feather fan appearing in his palm at some point. He fanned it gently, looking rather pleased as if waiting for something.
"Strange, what is that thing?"
"Twelve stone pillars stand opposing each other on the left and right, and the altar is distinctly divided. Is there something in the center of those two thrones?" Xiao Yan's soul power spread out to perceive it, but a moment later, it returned empty-handed.
"Yes, Master."