The Human Demon scoffed at Yang Jing's words, believing he was all talk.
The power Yang Jing had just displayed during their magical combat was already on par with the few True Disciples of the Eastern Demon Sect. And unlike the dilapidated and fractured Western Demon Sect, the Eastern Demon Sect's True Disciples were not a dime a dozen.
To even be selected as a True Disciple, one had to have at least a fifty percent chance of reaching the Core Formation Realm.
Yang Jing gripped the hilt of his Celestial Waterfall Sword, adjusting his hold.
"From the looks of it, you intend to fight me in close quarters?"
The eyes on the phoenix head revealed a look of disbelief. After the destruction of the Nine Yang Sect, most cultivators—aside from oddities like the Dong Family who practiced the Great Cave Spirit Scripture—were not particularly strong in close combat.
They were far inferior to Demon Cultivators.
