Her Xiao Zhao
Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations
As the two of them spoke, the demonic cultivator's expression suddenly turned cold. He gave his Demon Lord a look, indicating for him to look at the big tree not far away.
It was a hundred-year-old parasol tree. Due to the abundant spiritual energy on the Holy Peak Mountain, it grew taller than ordinary parasol trees. However, the focus now was not this tree, but the person hiding behind it.
The Demon Lord looked at the shadow projected on the ground from behind the tree and curled his lips in disdain.
The demonic cultivator immediately lowered his voice and said, "Demon Lord, do you want me to deal with her?"
It was obvious that the shadow on the ground was a woman. It was said that a few maidservants had come to the Holy Peak Mountain. The other party must be one of them. It was not a problem for him to kill a maidservant with his realm.