By rights, the Giant-Horned Demon Emperor's earlier fear of the Gold-Eyed lion had been because he had once escaped Nie Jun's hands with his life.

But if that lion had been Shen Yi in another shape—

Then in all likelihood the two of them had been putting on a show.

Afterwards, under the Gold-Winged Demon Emperor's leadership, five great demon emperors had laid an ambush for Shen Yi, and three of them had fallen.

But she only knew of the fact; she had not seen with her own eyes what actually happened that day.

Even having grasped how formidable the young man was, that alone should not have been enough to leave her weak all over with fright.

And yet now, in the instant that arm came down across her—

Even with the Divine Wind Demon Emperor right beside her, the Giant-Horned Demon Emperor simply lost the will to fight.

"Let go of me!"

With a shrill bird's cry, the Giant-Horned Demon Emperor shook and tried to break free of that arm.

Against her panic—

The Divine Wind Demon Emperor was swiftly driving the talismans pasted all over it. These Daoist talismans were the Den Master's personal gift, and on effect alone they were stronger than any so-called Nanyang Sect elder's dharma-robe.

At the least, they did not require it to spend demon-force keeping them fed.

Their last meeting had certainly left the Divine Wind Demon Emperor with a good deal of wariness toward Shen Yi. That did not mean it would let itself be held by the throat without daring to resist.

"And how much stronger than Nie Jun can you possibly be?"

A Dao Palace of five hundred zhang and more was a terrifying thing, but Nie Jun was not far behind, and what he drove was the fiercest of all — Purple-Empyrean divine thunder.

If it could beat Nie Jun, was it going to lose to this boy?

Besides, the man was arrogant enough to come this close without even bringing out his Dao Palace.

"Roar!"

The Divine Wind Demon Emperor threw its body open with a…