Old Ancestor Fentian's molten-gold gaze softened, but his voice still carried a sharp chill.
Among the Demon Race, he believed there were few who understood Jiang Tai Xuan better than he did.
"Do you truly think yourself to be Jiang Tai Xuan's fated enemy? You have never seen his methods. Do you know how sinister and cunning he is?"
Old Ancestor Fentian suddenly questioned him, his tone laced with an almost coaxing malice as he stared fixedly into Jiang Shu's eyes.
"That man is too terrifying. He entered my Demon Domain and destroyed this old ancestor's foundations of ten thousand years!"
His words were like poison-tempered blades, every syllable steeped in bone-deep hatred for the Human Race. Especially when he spoke the three words "Jiang Tai Xuan," even the decayed air around them seemed to freeze, while the glowing beast-bone patterns on the stone walls trembled violently.
This was the most direct test.
If this Young Lord Golden Horn before him had the slightest connection to Jiang Tai Xuan, then under this sudden spiritual impact and malicious guidance, his mind would surely waver for an instant, and even the circulation of his Demon Power might reveal the faintest unnatural stagnation.
Yet Jiang Shu had experienced no one knew how many trials in his life.
After disguising himself as Gold Horn, he had repeatedly pondered every possibility and anticipated every change.
At this moment, indignation showed on Jiang Shu's youthful face. Fury and arrogance surged from his Dragon Pupils, while dense, pure dragon aura erupted with a boom, forming a visible ring of golden airwaves around him that resisted the spiritual pressure Old Ancestor Fentian had imposed.
"Old Ancestor, you may not know that although I remained in seclusion before, after emerging, I heard Jiang Tai Xuan's name many times."
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