"How dare he underestimate me!"
The ninth holy child couldn't bear the sight of the burly man's cavalier glance, his spread of utter indifference igniting a blaze of anger in his heart.
He did not see himself as inferior. As cultivators in the Nascent Soul stage, the Primitive Demonic Sect always reigned amongst equals, not to mention that to be counted among the holy children, one had to overcome countless foes through their own might, they were people with an immense amount of self-confidence.
Even if he had suffered a temporary setback, he would not take it lying down.
However, the nonchalant punch thrown by the opponent had indeed given him a seed of caution, without further ado, he applied his signature techniques.
A demonic shadow, radiating a dark, domineering aura, separated from his body. Even under the shining sunlight, the ninth holy child cast no shadow!
As the demonic shadow took flight, the ninth holy child followed closely.