"Even if you could escape, could those friends of yours escape too?" Heaven-Opening Demon Venerable, disguised as the handsome swordsman Qian Zhong, asked with a smile.
"They were merely Phantoms. Their true bodies left long ago." With a wave of Yue Yang's hand, Minotaur Bei, Freak Four Stripes, Short Fatty Fortune, and the others vanished without a trace. Heaven-Opening Demon Venerable frowned slightly. They had not been placed into a storage space or a tome, yet they did not quite seem like Phantoms either. If they truly were Phantoms, there was no reason for him to have been so easily deceived by this brat.
Truth and falsehood intertwined, impossible to distinguish.
This brat had some tricks up his sleeve.
Heaven-Opening Demon Venerable had already been paying close attention to Yue Yang's every move. Now, he could not help but rate him even more highly.
If Heaven-Opening Demon Venerable had not been certain that this young man was still in the early stages of growth and could not possibly pose a genuine threat to him, he would have used his ultimate move at once and killed him on the spot without delay.
While secretly maintaining control of the situation, Heaven-Opening Demon Venerable continued smiling as he asked, "Little friend, could you tell me whose descendant you are?"
Although his true body had yet to recover to its peak, several thousand years had passed since he escaped from the Heavenly Demon Temple. He had constantly disguised himself as challengers under various identities; the handsome swordsman Qian Zhong was merely one of them. Over the millennia, he had sown discord between the Angel Alliance and the dark faction, setting them against each other so he could profit from their conflict. Though he had never left the Demon Valley world, time had allowed him