The white-haired young man and the beautiful woman naturally wanted to know the stranger's true identity.
Judging by the Taoist's words, he was a cultivator who lived on the Lost Continent, yet neither of them could recall anyone so terrifying.
"Even if I told you who I am, you wouldn't know. You're only a pack of juniors!"
True Lord Qianzhong spoke calmly.
The white-haired young man and the beautiful woman fell silent at once. As if by tacit agreement, the woman suddenly raised her slender hand and swept it forward.
If he refused to reveal where he came from, they would fight first and ask later.
They stood in the dense forest behind the Holy Devil Palace, a forbidden ground within forbidden grounds. Its grand formation blocked all traces of aura.
They did not know how the Taoist had entered, but they would not deactivate the formation and risk bringing the battle down upon the palace disciples.
No one in this world could face the two of them alone and come away victorious.
One moment, the two sides were still talking.
The next, True Lord Qianzhong, standing atop a tree, saw the space beside him twist faintly. A glint of cold light shot straight for his head.
His expression did not change. He raised his right hand in a motion that seemed almost slow, touched thumb to middle finger, then flicked beside his ear as though plucking a petal.
His movement looked slow, yet he struck second and arrived first. His middle fingertip blurred and met the cold glint.
To the beautiful woman and the white-haired young man, it seemed to happen in a flash, yet also as though ten thousand years had passed in an instant.
The sight of the Taoist casually raising a hand to meet the attack