Liao Jing and her group weren't faring much better. They didn't recognize Zhao Rui.
After all, he had either been held captive or tossed on the ground—how were they to know his role in all this?
They only knew that the Demon had been hauling him along when he leaped from the cliff.
'Was he the Demon's disciple, or someone else?'
"Young man, this person is a terrifying Demon. If we fail to eliminate him, the whole of Hua Country will suffer the consequences. Young man, go on, run him through with your sword."
The old man who had been wielding the Dragon Head Saber, his hair and beard bristling, roared.
His voice boomed like a great bell, resonating with undeniable power.
The fury in his words was just as potent.
Hearing the old man, the youth sneered. "I am the Profound Sound Saint Envoy of the Heavenly Demon Sect. If you lend me your aid, when the Holy Sect descends in the future, I will name you an Apostle, and you shall enjoy boundless blessings."
