The female cultivator's delicate body trembled slightly as a mighty force surged through her.
Then, dense Demonic Qi suddenly spilled from her body, utterly transforming her aura.
As the mighty force ran rampant, the female cultivator's eyes widened in shock. Before she could react, her gaze turned hollow and lifeless.
The Demonic Qi pouring from her body gathered above her, forming a blurry phantom.
"Hehe, Holy Son, why must you be angry? Whatever it is, we can discuss it properly."
The phantom's figure drifted erratically, yet a voice emerged from it the instant it appeared.
"Hm? You are the Devil Race's Demon Venerable She Sheng? What a skulking, head-hiding fellow. Appearing in such a form, I do not think there is anything for us to discuss!"
Within the formation, the Tiandao Palace Holy Son's voice shifted slightly, and his tone promptly became ever sharper.
"This Venerable's true body has other important matters to attend to, so it is indeed inconvenient for me to come and meet the Holy Son."
"Besides, the Holy Son's true target has always been Su Shi'er. Whether or not you meet this Venerable's true body should not hinder our conversation."
The phantom continued speaking in a calm tone, showing not the slightest dissatisfaction at the Tiandao Palace Holy Son's attitude.
"What do you think there is left for us to discuss? Back then, it was you who asked me to act and help that devil cultivator break the seal. It was you who promised to bring Su Shi'er before me for me to deal with."
"Now, that devil cultivator's seal was broken only recently, yet you have come to tell me that I must personally act against Su Shi'er."
"What am I supposed to gain from this? Just some illusory, so-called favor from the Devil Race?"