The Mountain Ridge Demon King finally turned his gaze toward Yang Xiao.
He paused. He caught a faint, unsettling scent from this unfamiliar face.
It was like entering unfamiliar territory: he could not say what threatened him, yet his skin crawled.
But he promptly suppressed that flicker of wariness.
How powerful could a Demon Suppression Guard stationed in a backwater like Zhenshan Commandery possibly be, unfamiliar face or not?
Besides, he was not even a Demon Suppression General. Could he possibly be stronger than Chu Qingtian!?
"You're the fellow keeping watch at Chu Qingtian's door?"
He clearly knew nothing of what had happened in Baisha Commandery, taking Yang Xiao for an utterly ordinary Deputy General temporarily transferred here.
He could not even be bothered to kill him first.
The Mountain Ridge Demon King turned sideways and raised an arm, propping up a nearby mountain peak that had been shaken askew with one hand.
He wrenched at the upper section of the mountain, and the weight of its rocks bore heavily down on him. He stood utterly motionless as a layer of stone skin slowly rose over his bulging upper arm.
Cheng Su's expression changed instantly. "This is bad..."
Before he finished speaking, the Mountain Ridge Demon King dropped his arm, sending the mountain mass he had forcibly held aloft crashing down!
Boom!
Amid the tremendous crash, half a mountain smashed the freshly cleared mine tunnels to pieces. Heavy boulders buried the great opening they had painstakingly excavated, and dust thrown up by shattered stone blanketed the entire slope.
Waves of screams rose from deep beneath the mining grounds.
Yang Xiao lowered his head and looked at the fissure that had closed again. As he sensed the voices underground weakening one after another, his gaze grew colder by degrees.
He raised