The airport was at the very edge of the city, and walking back to the urban area on foot was clearly an extremely unwise move. However, Brian Lee didn’t care. Among the various vehicles speeding past along the way, the people sitting safely inside cast astonished glances at him.

　　Just as he was enjoying the relaxed feeling of calm composure, spreading his palm to turn the raindrops falling onto it into a faint white mist, Brian Lee suddenly sensed a trace of an aura that shouldn’t have appeared.

　　He was so surprised that his mouth hung open, muttering to himself, “Gouli, it’s actually the Gouli Heavenly Book! Wasn’t Gouli supposed to be in the hands of Quentin Warren? Who could steal something from that old monkey?”

　　Originally at ease, Brian Lee’s gaze suddenly became extremely sharp. After considering for a quarter of a second, Brian Lee decisively used a transportation technique to send away the burdens in his hand, tossing aside his umbrella.

　　The rain was falling harder and harder, but under the shroud of Brian Lee’s profound inner energy, not a single drop could land on him. With the demon youth’s long stride forward, a figure instantly vanished into the air.

　　As long as one’s cultivation reached a certain level, an energy field would form outside the body to shield against external detection. Generally speaking, the deeper the power, the better the shielding effect. In the eyes of ordinary humans, this ability is—invisibility.

　　This technique not only evades the six senses of humans, but can also avoid electronic devices. Whether human, demon, or god, the invisibility technique is one of their everyday means to avoid the prying eyes of ordinary people.

Chapter Four: Silken Ice Captures the Soul

　　King Clifford was contacting several of his brothers in the car. After receiving reports from King Brown and King Howard, he learned that the three opponents protecting Lincoln Faulkner had, not long after the battle, each broken out in different directions, showing no attachment to the fight. Although Clifford Dean secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glad that his brothers were unharmed, he was also puzzled.

　　“The actions of these people are inexplicably foolish, almost as if they’re doing it on purpose.”

　　The International Demon Federation, in order to help scattered demons around the world search for the lost Gouli Heavenly Book, had specially distributed the data on Gouli’s energy fluctuation frequency along with the wanted notice. As long as one sensed this energy band, using instruments to detect demon power, it was easy to track down Gouli’s whereabouts.

　　The The Dean Legion wielded enormous influence in this city. Disguised as a human, Clifford Dean had not only built his own economic empire, but had also infiltrated every aspect of the city with his hidden power. He had long known that Gouli had been delivered to Lincoln Faulkner’s school via the postal system.

　　“If they could conceal Gouli’s energy fluctuations during delivery, why would they later wander around with the Gouli Heavenly Book completely unhidden?” Clifford Dean was utterly baffled by this question.

　　Brian Lee stood on one foot atop a streetlamp, spinning half a circle with ease and agility. Yet the unmatched power he carried already extended a kilometer away. Six minivans approaching from afar screeched to a halt.

　　“Mr. Dean, someone’s blocking the road, and this guy is so cold! Brrr!”

　　Lost in thought, Clifford Dean was alerted to the sudden situation by his subordinate, whose chattering teeth betrayed his fear. He couldn’t help but tense up. Rolling down the car window and looking up, he saw the waves of cold air emanating from Brian Lee, causing light snowflakes to fall even in the height of summer.

　　“What a chilling demonic aura—who on earth is this person?”

　　Clifford Dean had mingled among humans for many years. Since settling in this city, decades of painstaking management had made him intimately familiar with every blade of grass and tree. He knew all the non-human races living here. Yet, no matter how he tried, he couldn’t recognize who Brian Lee was.

　　Demons are skilled in the art of transformation, and when distinguishing friend from foe, they rarely rely on appearances. Instead, they use demonic aura to tell each other apart. Each demon’s aura is as unique and distinctive as a human fingerprint.

　　Brian Lee, as if testing the limits of his opponent’s power, kept increasing the intensity of his demonic aura. Although Clifford Dean could still barely resist, he no longer dared to move lightly. His subordinates, under the pressure of this bone-chilling demonic aura, could do nothing but struggle to hold on, unable even to speak.

　　“What a powerful spiritual force field!”

　　Seeing this suddenly appearing enemy, Clifford Dean was filled with terror. Though his face remained calm, he felt a sense of defeat inside. With just a single encounter, Brian Lee had effortlessly taken control of the situation—the gap in strength between them was obvious without even fighting.

　　Clifford Dean kept calculating in his mind, searching for a solution. Since he’d been in this business, Clifford Dean naturally had a few trump cards up his sleeve.

　　But with Brian Lee simply standing there, appearing unfathomable, Clifford Dean had no confidence he could handle his opponent.

　　Since force wouldn’t work, Clifford Dean had no choice but to bite the bullet and step forward to speak. Cautiously opening the car door, Clifford Dean took a step toward Brian Lee. The previously evenly distributed aura suddenly shifted, as if it had found a breach, surging in madly and pressing down on Clifford Dean’s chest, making him choke. The words on the tip of his tongue were forced back down.

　　Unwilling to be humiliated, Clifford Dean summoned his true energy. The fiery inner breath rising from his dantian surged into his ten fingers. With a strike of the Chifeng Finger, he aimed to break the restriction Brian Lee had placed on him.