Just as Xiao Hua had expected, the elderly cultivator replied indifferently, "Yang Chong, do not blame this poor Daoist for being heartless. The Void is currently facing an unprecedented crisis. For some unknown reason, the Devil Race has surrounded our Void for hundreds of years. During these centuries, not only have cultivators within the Void been unable to leave, not a single disciple training outside the Void has returned! This poor Daoist does not know how you managed to teleport back, but I do know that Xiao Hua... possesses Devil Race techniques. Earlier, in Pingjiang, before the master of your Misty Sect, he fought the Devil Emperor! He held a devil blade that frightened the Devil Emperor into retreat, and then he himself vanished into thin air. Now he has appeared here again. Yang Chong... do you think this poor Daoist can let you inside?"
"No way, he..." Yang Chong was greatly shocked. He looked at Xiao Hua in disbelief, his body actually flying several zhang backward as his face filled with vigilance.
"Damn it..." Xiao Hua narrowed his eyes as he looked at the cultivator within the pillar of fire. He truly wanted to punch that man on the nose and see what he would look like with a crooked nose. Though he was a cultivator from beyond this realm, he had brought Creation Sect disciples out from Shenhua Continent in order to slaughter the Devil Race within the Void. To rescue the eight sects of the Southwest frontier, including White Cloud Temple, tens of thousands of Creation Sect disciples had fallen! He himself had been trapped by the Heavenly Devil for more than a decade, enduring life-and-death trials. Xiao Hua believed that he had done far more than any true Void cultivator, yet in some people's eyes, all