Don't Interfere

Luo Yingtian's expression became extraordinarily subtle.

He had assumed Chen Fan was either from some foreign race or a reclusive sect, but he had never imagined Chen Fan had come from the Heaven-Splitting Sword Sect.

By comparison, the Heaven-Splitting Sword Sect was far too weak.

The corner of his mouth twitched. Just as he was about to say something else, his expression abruptly changed, and he looked up.

Streams of light rippled across the sky as a figure suddenly appeared atop a pavilion not far away.

It was a woman dressed in a seven-colored feathered robe.

Glowing seven-colored threads flashed around her body, each one connecting to restrained martial artists.

The weakest of these martial artists were at the peak of the ninth level, and quite a few had reached the tenth level.

"Young Emperor Luo, with your strength, you still can't take this person down... Do you need my help?"

The woman's voice carried an intense seductive quality that bewitched the mind.

Chen Fan glanced at the feather-robed woman. Hearing how she addressed Luo Yingtian, something stirred in his heart.

She called Luo Yingtian Young Emperor. Didn't that mean he was also the descendant of one of the Primordial Demon Sect's Demon Emperors?

The Primordial Demon Sect's thirteen Demon Emperors were all figures above the third level of Chang Sheng!

This Luo Yingtian was far stronger than the fellow Chen Fan had encountered back in Great Qian.

And Luo Yingtian's surname made Chen Fan think of Su Pingcheng's boss, the Heartless Demon Emperor, Luo Wuqing...

The same surname, and he was called Young Emperor—the possibility was extremely high.

"Humph!" Luo Yingtian gritted his teeth and glared at the woman. "I alone am enough!"

He turned back toward Chen Fan, a sharp chill shooting from his eyes. His hands swung