Shuang Qingqing saw that after the silver-robed young man arrived, he never once glanced in her direction, nor did he secretly sweep this place with his divine sense. That was enough to confirm that no matter what he cultivated, his divine sense was not stronger than hers.
Even if he was also a cultivator of Puppet Arts, among cultivators of the Puppet Immortal Dao, because of their cultivation methods, the divine sense of some higher-realm experts was not necessarily stronger than that of those at lower realms!
Shuang Qingqing had also seen that when the silver-robed young man descended through the air, he did not attack Meng Shangmo. Thus, she had not stepped in to help either. Shuang Qingqing did not know what relationship the two had, and though she knew Meng Shangmo, she had not immediately revealed herself.
Yet after sensing the man's arrival, Meng Shangmo had actually addressed him as "My lord." Shuang Qingqing froze for a moment, then assumed that this silver-robed young cultivator might be an expert of the Immortal Spirit Realm's Dark Spirit Demon Bat clan.
The Demon Race had a far stricter hierarchy, so there was nothing unusual about Meng Shangmo addressing him that way. Shuang Qingqing's reaction had been swift, but the subsequent changes came even faster.
What the silver-robed young man said next made Shuang Qingqing sense that something was wrong. The moment he opened his mouth, he called Meng Shangmo "trash." At that time, Shuang Qingqing also saw Meng Shangmo's trembling body. He was clearly terrified.
What shocked her even more was what came next. The silver-robed young man struck like lightning and instantly crushed Meng Shangmo's shoulder blade. Though Meng Shangmo was in excruciating pain, he did not dare utter a single word and could only endure it alive!
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