Ancient Devil

"Devil Master?" Fu Henghua's gaze sharpened, though he feigned ignorance. "Where is this Devil Master? Why not go find him yourself, Senior? My humble abode is shabby and cramped—I fear it cannot withstand two supreme Heavenly Demons meeting here."

"Hehe..." Heavenly Demon Master Zhuyin looked at Fu Henghua with a cheerful smile.

Even Fu Xuanxing, who had silently been gathering power for a counterattack, could barely hold it together. One had to know one's limits. The "Devil Master" he was looking for could not possibly be me!

At that moment, Heavenly Demon Master Zhuyin turned his gaze toward Fu Xuanxing.

"The hand behind your back is hiding a sword sheath. Are you planning to detonate the Nanquan Divine Fire and alert Yellow Swan? Don't bother. Yellow Swan cannot defeat this old man, and this old man has no intention of fighting here."

With a wave of his hand, the sword sheath Fu Xuanxing had hidden fell into the Heavenly Demon Master's grasp.

"Gather the strength of nine dragons and comprehend the true mystery of the Great Dao. Those True Immortals' little schemes are rather interesting."

Heavenly Demon Master Zhuyin flicked his sleeve, and the sword sheath abruptly returned to Fu Xuanxing's body. At the same time, a vast and supremely righteous surge of mana flooded into Fu Xuanxing.

"The two of us will have a chat. You, boy, focus on cultivating."

Fu Xuanxing stared in terror at the mana circulating within him.

The path along which Heavenly Demon Master Zhuyin guided that mana was unmistakably his fundamental cultivation art. Yet after the Heavenly Demon Master's refinement, it was even more exquisite than the versions deduced by True Person Hengyuan and Fu Henghua—and it contained no demonic methods whatsoever.

He wanted to resist, yet he lacked the strength to overturn the