“The Spirit Devil Patriarch?” Huang Xiaolong snickered, and with his one hand, a figure dropped to the floor out of nowhere. Who could this be but the Spirit Devil Patriarch?

The current Spirit Devil Patriarch no longer had his previous unfathomable mysteriousness, and his dignified bearing of a patriarch was nowhere to be seen, leaving only a disheveled, despaired, jittery and terrified middle-aged man.

He had a look of terror that stemmed for the soul.

“Spirit Devil Patriarch!”

Looking at the disheveled and sorry-looking Spirit Devil Patriarch, Zhang Pei’s expression tightened as he called out.

He could see that the Spirit Devil Patriarch’s strength had been completely sealed.

“Who are you really? What do you want?!” Zhang Pei stared fixedly at Huang Xiaolong, putting up false bravado. Inwardly, he wanted to retreat. Upon facing this True Saint Realm,...