Among the mountains, the Demon King's aura surged like a tidal wave, bearing down on the human martial artists. Although one or two Martial Venerables had already arrived among the crowd, the one before them was a Demon King from the outside world.
Yet the crowd withstood the pressure. No one intended to pay the Black Scale Flood Dragon King any heed, and they had no idea what the evolving ball of light in the mountains was.
"Courting death!"
Seeing that no one paid him any attention, a vicious glint surfaced in the Black Scale Flood Dragon King's eyes, and killing intent arose within him.
A long howl came from afar. Several figures arrived together, their blood qi shaking out like clouds as each of them released the powerful aura of a first-level Martial King.
"Black longworm, you'd best behave yourself. Do you think the human race has no Martial Kings?"
The Black Scale Flood Dragon King revealed a disdainful expression. "Wu Yinghui? Even an ant like you dares meddle in this king's affairs?"
Clearly, he knew the Martial King who had spoken, yet he did not take him seriously.
Wu Yinghui descended from the sky with a cold expression. "Black longworm, do you still think this is the outside world? Do you still think you're the peerless ninth-level Demon King? Now we're all at the first level. How much stronger do you think you are than us? If you piss off your Grandpa Wu, do you believe the few of us can kill you right here?"
Back in the outside world, he truly amounted to nothing in the eyes of the Black Scale Flood Dragon King.
But now, everyone's cultivation had been suppressed to the first level. Even if the Black Scale Flood Dragon King was stronger than him,