Everyone looked calm on the surface, but they were extremely defensive in their hearts, and they and the demons opposite were wary of each other.

At this moment, the Demon Lord was the first to break the silence. He did not take the group of cultivators who were just rescued seriously. Instead, he looked at the sect leaders with interest, "I suddenly remembered that all the masters are here, but where are the disciples you trained? Could it be that they are afraid of death and dare not come?"

He was of course aware that the old guys from the Five Sects would not allow their disciples to appear on such a battlefield to die, but that did not stop him from continuing to say some ambiguous words.

The man's dark eyes swept over the rescued cultivators. Didn't the cultivation world regard those disciples as the hope for the future? He wanted to see if he could hold back at the critical moment of life and death.

The sect leaders were all smart people. After hearing this, they guessed the evil intentions of the Demon Lord. He might not really take a group of teenagers seriously, but it was possible for him to deliberately mislead other cultivators.

Anyway, they can't stand it but they can't stop him from talking.

Fang Jinxing laughed, "You said they were just your direct disciples. What can a bunch of kids do? Will they cry at your grave when you die?"

After saying that, he suddenly seemed to have just remembered something and pretended to cover his mouth, "I almost forgot, you are so old, if you really die, there might not even be anyone to collect your body."

"..."

Several other clan leaders looked at him sideways.

He knows how to kill people and destroy their souls.

For the demons, there is no need for emotions to exist.

Moreover, given the Demon Lord's ruthless style of doing things, those demons may appear respectful to him on the surface, but in private they probably wish for his quick death.

By then, let alone collecting the bodies, it would be good enough if they didn't whip them.

Moreover, the Demon Lord only had a pair of children in his life. One of them died in the thunder tribulation when Gu Xia transformed into a god, right under his nose, and no trace of their bodies was left.

The other one was buried defenselessly in the dungeon of Taiyi Sect. The Demon Lord probably never thought that he would become a bachelor after living for hundreds of years.

Isn’t it that there is not even anyone to cry at the grave?

As the saying goes, hit the snake at its most vulnerable part. After Fang Jinxing finished his murderous and heart-breaking words, the Demon Lord's face instantly darkened. It seemed that the recent remarks made by the cultivation world had already reached his ears.

Damn Taiyi Sect!

And that damn Gu Xia!!

Seeing the other party's calm and composed posture broken in a second, the already stagnant atmosphere became even colder, and the demons with low cultivation were unable to breathe. However, no one dared to make a sound at this time. The Demon Lord had an unpredictable personality, and they didn't want to lose their lives by having their necks broken.

Oh wow.

There was a sudden burst of boos from the group of sect leaders, and even a strange cry.

"Well done, Xiaofang."

"..." Fang Jinxing drew his sword angrily, "You old bastard, call me by my nickname again, try it?"

He glared at me, as if to say, 'If you keep talking, I'll beat you up.'

Tsk.

This swordsman has a bad temper.

Sect Leader Lin readily changed his words, "Okay, Lao Fang."

Fang Jinxing: "..."

Oh shit.

The Demon Lord cast his cold eyes at the two people who had strayed from the topic. His invisible eyes stabbed at them. His whole face twisted uncontrollably, and his eyes were scarlet and terrifying. "Fang, Jin, do it."

It was obvious that he couldn't wait to kill him.

The Demon Lord sneered, "If I don't destroy your Taiyi Sect, I will never be able to vent my hatred."

"And your group of precious disciples." There was lingering malice in his voice, "Especially that Gu Xia, I will skin her alive and drain every drop of blood from her body."

Even if Gu Xia died a hundred times, it would not be enough to offset the anger in his heart.

Originally he was just a minor disciple, and he did not take him seriously at first, but until now, he had a reason to kill him.

Even if she has become a god now, so what? The Demon Lord knows that this disciple is always a little clever, but he will use practical actions to tell her that all fancy means are not worth mentioning in the face of absolute strength.

Fang Jinxing didn't want to hear about his apprentice's fancy way of dying. He drew his sword coldly, the strong sword energy flashing with cold light, and pulled the corner of his mouth, "Then you can try it."

His master is not dead yet, so if he wants to do anything to Gu Xia, he has to ask him first whether he agrees or not.

Not enough words to speculate.

The Demon Lord who was pointed at by the sword also had a gloomy expression on his face. The atmosphere between the two sides was already tense, and now they immediately started fighting with anger after the breakdown of the talks.

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