Shen Xuan was startled.
He had been using Concealing Breath and Invisibility, always believing he hadn't been noticed.
The perceptive ability of the Flame Firebird exceeded his expectations.
The Ice Soul Divine Sword appeared in front of him, emanating waves of Profound Ice Cold Qi.
"Oh, an Ice Cultivator? Pity you're a bit weak."
"Who are you?"
Shen Xuan revealed his form, looking at the Flame Firebird with undetermined fear.
By now, the four members of Bai Qiao Sect had already fled in panic.
The demonic flames in the Wutong forest had all disappeared without a trace.
"You have intelligence?"
Shen Xuan didn't dare be careless, wearing a cautious expression.
"What kind of question is that!"
The Flame Firebird showed an expression of disdain.
"I awakened my intelligence a thousand years ago."
"Hiss!"
Shen Xuan gasped.
That means this Flame Firebird is at least a thousand-year-old demon.
Though the voice sounded like a young girl.
Shen Xuan dared not underestimate.
