At those words, even Huang Huatian, a Great Cultivator of the late Great Void Stage, felt a chill at Li Xiaoya's earth-shaking killing intent, and his expression changed. Although his cultivation far surpassed Li Xiaoya's, he knew that this fellow from the Bull-Head Race, who was only at the Great Void Stage, was an exceptional cultivator capable of killing the Earth Demon Dragon. A chill ran through his heart, and he hurried forward to explain...
"Hehe! You misunderstand, Fellow Daoist!" Although Fairy Cang was startled by Li Xiaoya's towering killing intent, she was actually delighted inwardly. Clearly, her guess had been right. She had only been eighty percent certain before; now she was completely sure. Outwardly unconcerned, she giggled and said, "I merely guessed a little of the truth. In fact, there is something I would like to discuss with you, Fellow Daoist Li! It concerns this beloved of yours! Please stay a moment and hear me out!" Her beautiful, deep-blue eyes remained fixed on Li Xiaoya, her expression hovering between a smile and no smile at all.
"Hmm?!" Li Xiaoya's killing intent eased slightly. He nodded and walked back, knowing that his momentary loss of composure had given him away. But inside the Vast-Heaven Treasure Armor was his partner, Zhang Hong. How could he remain calm? Expressionless, he said, "That's right! The person inside is indeed the one I want to save!" He paused, then continued coldly, "So what if you guessed correctly? With my divine abilities, even if I couldn't slaughter every cultivator on Yellow Ridge Mountain, you still couldn't stop me!"
"Hehe! You really do misunderstand, Fellow Daoist! We at the Yellow Ridge Gate cannot thank you enough. Why would we do such a thing?" Fairy Cang giggled. Her smile, blooming like a flower, suddenly reminded Li