"You want to go personally? Right now, you're a thorn in the Demon Race's eye." Song Xianming frowned slightly.
Ever since the battle at the Canglan River, when Song Changsheng defeated a stronger opponent and slew the Golden-winged Great Peng, his name had spread throughout the entire Golden-Eyed Demon Kingdom.
The strength and talent he had displayed were one reason, but the main reason was that the Golden-winged Great Peng he had slain was no ordinary figure and had countless ties to the Golden-winged Great Peng clan.
The Golden-winged Great Peng clan was one of the Demon Race's foremost powerful clans, capable of contending with giants such as dragons, phoenixes, and qilins. The pressure on the Golden-Eyed Red Tiger was immense, and he could not wait to get rid of Song Changsheng.
If not for the Ancient Alliance's restrictions, the Golden-Eyed Red Tiger would have personally acted long ago.
He was, after all, an expert at the level of a Demon Lord. No one knew whether he had collected Song Changsheng's aura back then. If he were discovered, the consequences would be severe.
Moreover, Jinxuan still could not be contacted. No one knew what the Golden-Eyed Demon Kingdom looked like now after the great flood caused by the Canglan Water Monarch.
Song Changsheng said in a deep voice, "If one does not enter the tiger's den, how can one obtain the tiger cub? I have the killing intent of the Third Killing Formation protecting me, so self-preservation should not be a problem. Seizing the initiative is crucial for us.
"As long as we determine the specific impact that flood caused by the Canglan Water Monarch had on the Golden-Eyed Demon Kingdom, we can roughly infer the Demon Race's movements.
"The information Wind Whisper Hall can inquire about is far too