But it was already too late. He Yuan got angry, and his spirit pressure surged forth. "Azure Yang Devil Lord? What kind of nonsense! I am He Yuan, direct inheritor of the Primordial Devil lineage. Have Blood Nightmare come see me!"

The powerful Golden Core aura crashed forward and forced the two Adepts to step back in embarrassment. The onlookers were equally stunned. The outburst caught them off guard, but what shocked them more was the way he called out to Blood Nightmare, as if issuing a command. After all, Blood Nightmare was the master of the Devil's Snare, and a dignified Sage was not someone to be summoned at will. If word spread, how could the lineage still hold its ground in the Northern Sea cultivation world?

Before anyone could react, Wu Qi's pupils shrank. He was not as impacted...