The north wind howls, bone-chillingly cold.
Just like the current mood of Bai Ze Demon Saint.
Chilling to the bone!
"Are you trying to grovel to this youngster?"
Bai Ze Demon Saint sneered as he looked towards Kunpeng Ancestor.
The latter's face turned from green to purple, his hands clenched into fists inside his sleeves, glaring at Bai Ze Demon Saint and said, "Do not provoke me with words! According to our previous agreement, the Demon Emperor Hall should rightfully belong to me!
Hand over the Demon Emperor Hall now!"
Bai Ze Demon Saint narrowed his eyes, scoffed and said, "Who would have thought that the once esteemed Demon Master, personally decreed by both Emperors, would fall into such a cowardly state!"
"Shut up!"
Kunpeng Ancestor shouted angrily: "What do you know? It's just a Demon Emperor Hall; if I gave it away, so be it. Could it possibly be more important than the lives of billions of beings in Beiming?"
"You're right!"
