"Niu Sheng..." Niu Sheng's bull-like eyes widened as he stared at the green-robed man who had appeared before him. This was provocation—barefaced provocation against the Demon Race.
If not a million, then at least eight hundred thousand. Just how much slaughter did that take to accumulate such a terrifying number?
Even professional demon hunters could not possibly have hunted such a horrifying number of Demon Race members.
One would have to hate the Demon Race to the bone to do such a thing!
But if he had truly hunted so many Demon Race members, it would surely have alerted the upper echelons of the Demon Race in the Profound World. No race could possibly sit by and watch someone slaughter its people on such a massive scale.
Killing a few might not matter to them at all, but once the number exceeded a certain threshold, it would draw the attention of the Demon Race's higher-ups—especially for a race like the Demon Race, which was already relatively difficult to reproduce.
But if that were true, how could he never have heard of him? Such a person should have long been blacklisted by the Demon Race's upper echelons.
What demon hunter would dare be so arrogant? Wasn't that courting death?
What he did not know was that the number Ye Xiwen had named was only an underestimate. Back in Desolate Valley, no one even knew how many members of the Demon Race's royal clans had been uprooted. They were simply beyond counting. All of them had died either directly or indirectly at his hands. He had no intention of denying it; even if those who had indirectly died at his hands were counted against him, he had no objections whatsoever.
This was a life-and-death war between two races. He could not afford