"Greetings, Master. I've returned. Just as I arrived here, I heard that some arrogant fellow defeated my third master.
I want to see who he really is."
Mo Ying stood there, his disheveled hair draped over his shoulders, dressed in a black robe, resembling a ghost.
"Mo Ying? Ranked third among the disciples of the Demon Dragon Sect, and the first elder's eldest disciple?"
Details of Mo Ying instantly appeared in Ling Xiao's mind.
Ling Xiao had done considerable preparation to blend in at the Demon Dragon Sect.
He recognized at least the top three among the high-ranking disciples.
"This fellow's cultivation should have reached the First transformation Yin-Yang Realm - Eleventh Layer Hell Peak, even more terrifying than the former Thunder Venerate.
The younger generation of the Demon Dragon Sect seems to be on par with the Chen Royal Family."
"You must be Ling Xiao, right? You killed my third master; you do possess some skills. Do you have the courage to compete with me?
