"Let me see just what kind of sacred being you are!"
Yang Xiao sneered.
This sapling possessed the purest aura of the Lord of Immortal Dao, yet it didn't appear to be particularly strong.
This was Yang Xiao's best chance to understand the Lord of Immortal Dao.
If he could succeed.
He might even be able to glean some clues about the Lord of Immortal Dao.
For Yang Xiao, who longed for revenge but knew nothing about his enemy—not even who they were or what they were capable of—this was an irresistible temptation.
Moreover, since he had already promised Huang Chengde to help save his daughter, Yang Xiao would not go back on his word.
Besides, this matter was deeply personal to him.
How could he sit by and do nothing?
But just as Yang Xiao lunged toward the black sapling to strike, he saw it suddenly seem to sense something. In an instant, it grew impossibly tall and emanated an immense evil. Before it, Yang Xiao felt utterly feeble.
