The boy trembled all over, his reflexes having conditioned him to stand up and run for his life. However, just as his body moved, his head soon became wet with cold sweat and his four limbs firmly grounded themselves in the wet soil. He dared not move a hair. 

Pitter patter pitter patter… The heavy rain poured cats and dogs. Even though he couldn’t clearly see the man in front of him, he could feel that this man wasn’t even possibly as old as himself. But even separated ten-odd meters away by the massive rain curtain, he could sense the terror in the air!

A kind of murderous aura that caused others to choke formed a tangible sharpness. It seemed as long as the mysterious man willed it, he was capable of taking his life at any moment.

The flying sword was very slow; at least in Xu Yangyi’s eyes that’s how it was. It swayed like a house fly, and its weak aura quite tempted him with the desire to slap it out of flight. 

Where was this place?

Cultivators… Demons, both were unreasonably weak! Not even compared with himself, but in comparison to Luo Sanfeng, Gao Ye, and the other champions. They were far inferior. If a comparison had to be made, he was presently Firecloud on that day and they were the cultivation clans.

As the distance between the flying sword and the wolf-demon continued...