"You're the slowest runner, and you fly openly through the air, landing here and giving away your position. Of course you'll attract hunters."
The demon expert watched the shattered stones on the ground warily, but his expression remained relaxed. "And you also look like the easiest one to bully out of everyone. How could I not come? Still, your strength is far beyond what I expected..."
He gazed at the scattered stones, his pupils contracting as his aura gradually unfurled. "You seem easy to bully, but your power is formidable. You may not have the makings of a true god, but your strength is at that level. You're no weaker than Shu Yao or Royal Halberd. I'm very curious—after your life-and-death battle with Shi Quansong, how much strength do you have left? Is this peach ripe for picking?"
The flying swords lying on the ground floated up gently. Quinn Shepherd straightened his back, panting heavily, then suddenly steadied his breath and smiled. "Ever since I became Cult Master of the Heavenly Demon, it's been ages since anyone dared say I look easy to bully. If you want to pick this peach, why not come try for yourself?"
Just moments ago he'd been gasping for breath like an ox, but now he looked completely unbothered.
The demon expert smiled. "Shi Quansong is extremely powerful. Even I have to be wary of his skills. You fought him to the death, so your injuries can't be light. You're suppressing your aura, but you can't hide your wounds. But rest assured, if you're still strong enough to threaten me, I'll turn and leave to hunt someone else."
His voice carried a seductive demonic undertone, like a kindly neighborly older brother, as if he was sincerely considering Quinn's well-being. But Quinn's mind remained perfectly clear.
He was, after all, the Cult Master of the Heavenly Demon. Though he often called himself Cult Master of the Heavenly Saint, the Heavenly Demon Cult boasted many masters of demonic arts. The Grand Fostering Heavenly Demon Sutra was especially strange—if your heart turned demonic, it became a demonic technique; if your heart turned divine, it became upright and righteous.
As Cult Master of the Heavenly Demon, Quinn was not about to be deceived by such basic demonic heart-influence.