"Heh heh, I never thought this ancestor would run into a few little brats from the True Martial School here. Mere Saints, yet you dare run around everywhere? Haven't your elders taught you not to wander about recklessly? Do you really think this is still the time when your True Martial School ruled the world?" Along with that sinister, hoarse voice, a demonic shadow appeared in the void. It was a gaunt figure entirely concealed beneath a cloak. His face could not be seen; only two blood-red eyes stared out viciously at them.
"Demonic fiends deserve death. Everyone has the right to kill them!" Ye Fengyun, the young man, said through gritted teeth.
"Hahaha, demonic fiends? As the saying goes, thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Back then, your True Martial School ran rampant across the world, invincible wherever it went. But what about now? Before the army of our Demon Worship Sect, you have suffered defeat after defeat. How many sects in the world have already pledged themselves beneath the banner of our Demon Worship Sect? We are the true tide of the times now. You are merely pitiful lackeys standing in the way of that great tide!" The gaunt figure laughed wildly. "Once we unite the world, you remnants of the True Martial School will be the real demonic fiends!"
"Demonic fiend, cut the nonsense. If you have the guts, come at us!" the tower-like young man said unhappily, his voice deep and muffled, like a great iron jar.
"He must be injured. Otherwise, he would have attacked long ago instead of driving these mindless ghosts and monsters to fight for him!" The twenty-five- or twenty-six-year-old youth seemed to see through the matter at once.
"That's right. But once I devour all