"What a disgusting and greasy laugh..."
"Is this... really the voice of that Demon head?"
Lin Qianqian's beautiful eyes looked at the void in horror.
The next moment.
A terrifying pressure she had never felt before struck her face!
In an instant, it enveloped the entire Hehuan Sect's great hall!
Soon after, a majestic and fierce shadow of a black dragon emerged from the void, hovering above the great hall. A pair of blood-red vertical pupils looked down indifferently, like a Primordial Demon God gazing upon the mortal world.
"What a... terrifying manifestation of magical pressure!"
"Although not as powerful as my master's, it's already on par with the leaders of the four great orthodox sects!"
"So..."
"Is the true body of this old demon Bai about to descend?!"
Lin Qianqian's heart trembled as she constantly retreated.
"Are you afraid of me, Princess?"
Surprisingly, the black dragon spoke human words.
"I..."
