"Why does a dead man need to know so much?"
Lin Fan did not answer. He kept swinging the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, peerlessly sharp, cleaving straight at Di Chong's unarmored head.
Splat!
The sword light was too fast, unstoppable. The Immortal Palace Successor's head flew off, yet the expected fountain of blood never came.
"Ninefold Immortality!"
Suddenly, as the sword energy faded, a pair of enormous black wings sprouted from his back, blazing with dark light as they beat ceaselessly.
At that moment, mysterious runes spread over him, shrouding his body. His head actually reformed at astonishing speed and rejoined his torso.
"Hmm? Could the Immortal Palace Successor's true form be a Nine-Headed Immortal Bird, said to possess nine lives?"
Everyone was astonished, as though they had uncovered an extraordinary secret.
This savage bird was a Primordial Great Fiend, a rare species whose attainments in certain fields were second only to the Ten Fiends. Its fearsome reputation was illustrious.
"A chicken with nine heads ought to taste pretty good!" Lin Fan's eyes blazed as he licked his lips.
The crowd was dumbfounded. He truly deserved to be called the Young Demon King. Even now, he was still thinking about eating. He really did not have a care in the world.
Anyone else who encountered a race of Primordial Great Fiends like this would have fled as far as their legs could carry them.
Whoosh!
The Immortal Palace Successor actually recovered, his flesh glowing, completely unscathed. The wings behind him shuddered, and nine heads sprouted.
Clearly, he was truly enraged now. All nine heads spewed dark light like waves of scorching heat, brimming with killing intent.
This was a humiliation. Someone had actually cut off his head and forced him to reveal his true form-the first time since he had emerged