The Anarchic Consort (Book 1)

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Around him, the evil spirits in the black fog had started to shiver. Not only were they apprehensive in stepping forward, some even wanted to turn around and escape!

Baili Jia Jue did not give them this opportunity. His dark pupils barely squinted.

Dozens of demons and monsters appeared above the carriage. As they wriggled their bodies within the clouds, they stayed in position but it was also clear that they were not to be messed with!

In just a split second, those disturbing evil spirits were swept away like the wind by these monsters, not even a shadow was left behind!

"What, what are those!" Although Ao Jiang could not see those packed behemoths with bare fangs and brandish claws, the dense dark fog was so obvious that Ao Jiang could feel something unusual in the atmosphere!

The Grand Tutor who could see everything clearly was dumbfounded by now, his devilish red eyes started to waver violently and even his legs were shaking tremendously.

He had only seen such a scene where demons danced and ghosts marched once in his lifetime.

That was almost a thousand years ago when the human realm was not so perfect.

That was when the Three Evil Paths were the most domineering.

Even the two realms of Gods and Buddhas were helpless in front of the Three Evil Paths.

They were no longer the mere existence of lowliness and ugliness.

Because of that man's leadership, the Three Evil Paths ascended to an unprecedented status.

When he witnessed that scene back then, he was still a little monster. He watched from afar as the man led thousands of demons and monsters to fight the Honored Buddhas sent down by Buddhism and achieved the most legendary portrayal of Mount Buzhou.

Back then, the man wore a black cape with fleeting long sleeves and he was followed by countless demons. He looked like he was the master of the world!

To be able to summon so many demons here, there was no one else in the world but him!

At the thought of this, the Grand Tutor's voice trembled, "Your, your, your Highness."

"Grand Tutor, are you alright? You know the Third Prince?" Ao Jiang felt that the Grand Tutor was behaving abnormally and he had never seen him like that.

"No, what Third Prince, that is His Highness! How could it be him, how could he be here!" The Grand Tutor stretched out his hands suddenly and dragged Ao Jiang over, he was on the verge of breaking down. His eyes glared outward and his voice was almost hoarse as he growled, "Why didn't you tell me His Highness is here! You are trying to get me killed aren't you!"

Ao Jiang's face had turned pale for being shaken by the Grand Tutor, not for any other reasons, but the fact that he began to notice the person in front of him had layers and layers of marks covering his face.

Those marks could never belong to a living person!

The Grand Tutor did not care how Ao Jiang looked at him at this moment. He pushed him away and turned back to look at Baili Jia Jue who was sitting in the middle of the carriage.

It was over for him!

What mere mortal!

His opponent was someone he still had to look up to even if he had trained for millions, not thousands of years more.

In this world, he would rather offend Gods and Buddhas than to offend this man before him!

"Grand Tutor!" Ao Jiang who was shoved away, tried to pull the Grand Tutor back to his senses. If the Grand Tutor collapsed now, how would he be able to fight against the Third Prince!