The blue-robed man stood amid the clouds, his hands clasped behind his back.
Rather than look at the clamoring people below, he narrowed his eyes slightly.
His nostrils twitched.
He drew a deep breath.
He was like a drunkard catching the scent of a well-aged vintage.
"What a fine place, brimming with mortal life."
The corners of Demon Emperor Taiyuan's mouth lifted into a sinister smile.
As a descendant of White Tiger, he was naturally most sensitive to blood essence.
Granted, even the strongest among them were mere Burning Lamp Realm ants.
But their numbers...
They were enough to leave a starving tiger like him half-full.
Below, the Old Red Flood Dragon finally came to his senses.
Though he could not fathom the man's strength, the oppressive aura radiating from him was proof enough that his cultivation was far from low...
The Old Red Flood Dragon's heart trembled, and an inexplicable terror instantly turned his legs to jelly.
His instinct was to turn tail and run.
But then he remembered his current position... if he fled...
When that formidable lady returned, his fate would likely be ten thousand times worse than dying here.
At that thought...
The Old Red Flood Dragon forced himself to stand firm and shouted, fierce in appearance but trembling within, "You insolent scoundrel! This place is guarded by the True Lord's Golden Body! Her venerable self is subduing demons in the west. If she learns you're running wild here..."
"Subduing demons?"
Demon Emperor Taiyuan gave a derisive chuckle.
Had she been here, he certainly would not have dared run wild... but with three Demon Emperors holding her back, how could she return?
He slowly raised one hand and pressed it down toward the ground below.
The clear sky abruptly darkened.
Gales howled, whipping up sand and