A demon's heart holds selfish desires...
Subconsciously, Fang Yang's brow furrowed slightly.
Immediately, a figure appeared upon the lake of his mind.
The White Tiger Demon Lord!
The White Tiger Demon Lord had taken a human form, appearing to be around twenty-three or twenty-four years old. He was handsome and full of vigor, a silver-white war-halberd in his hand glowing brightly, lending him a formidable and intimidating aura.
As Fang Yang continued to observe, the words "Great chaos is coming, the world will be overturned, and I will be the master of my fate" appeared. A moment later, he understood.
It was much as he had expected. This time, it wouldn't be a minor skirmish.
No, perhaps the White Tiger Demon Lord was using this as an opportunity to escalate the conflict.
It seemed the conflict between the White Tiger Demon Lord and the Seventh Prince of the Great Xuan Dynasty could truly no longer be suppressed.
