In the dim valley, the air seemed to freeze.
Long Xiaoyao hovered in midair, his pitch-black eyes fixed on the young man below in a Taiji Dao Robe.
The terrifying pressure of a Limit Douluo vanished like a pebble dropped into the ocean when it touched the Water-Fire Yin-Yang currents flowing around Xiao Yan, failing to stir so much as a ripple.
"Have you been hiding here all along?" The muscles in Long Xiaoyao's face twitched with extreme vigilance, his voice rumbling low in his chest.
"You've been watching us since we left Dao Yan City?"
Xiao Yan toyed with the purple jade box that had originally belonged to the Star Luo Imperial Family, snapped its lid shut, and put it into his storage space.
"That's a rather unfair accusation, Dragon Emperor Douluo." Xiao Yan looked up, a casual smile on his lips.
"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it. That princess of the Star Luo Empire went to considerable lengths to shake off her pursuers. Now that this grand performance has reached its final act—the scramble for the spoils—it's only natural for me, the hunter, to come out and haul in my net. After all, I can't let your Holy Spirit Cult walk away with goods worth a hundred million Gold Soul Coins for free."
Those breezy, teasing words struck Long Xiaoyao's ears like a thunderclap.
The hunter.
Anyone who called himself a hunter before a Limit Douluo could not be faking that confidence.
What alarmed Long Xiaoyao even more was that, even now, he still could not fathom the young man's strength.
Whenever his mental power tried to approach Xiao Yan, a boundless power of law mercilessly shredded it, leaving him unable to probe Xiao Yan's true cultivation level.
An unfathomable opponent often meant