A cultivator died on the spot, and with the suddenness of the event, the hundreds of Mingcang Sect disciples at the foot of Little Lang Mountain were left dumbfounded.
Zhang Yan raised his head and looked up. A demon cultivator, standing roughly ten feet tall, was suspended mid-air. His protruding jaw, broad cheeks, pointed head, and pitch-black skin were entirely covered in golden armor. In his hands, he wielded a menacing beast-faced great saber, which was six feet long.
The demon cast a glance around, and upon spotting the Golden Flood Dragon, his eyes—as large as copper bells—lit up with delight. He let out a strange laugh and charged straight toward it.
