Just then.
Old Master arrived with Xiao Chen and the others.
He sensed that the one blocking the way ahead was merely at the late Emperor Realm.
And a member of the Human Race.
He felt there was little danger.
So he hurried over with Xiao Chen.
"Xiao Chen? You shameless, despicable Demon Race lot actually dared to make repeated moves against the younger generation of my Human Race!" Wu Sande's expression changed drastically, and he flew into a rage.
In recent years, the Demon Race had frequently carried out seedling-clearing operations against the Human Race.
For an outstanding seedling like Xiao Chen to fall into a Demon Emperor's hands, there was no need to say more—he had surely been taken hostage.
A dignified Demon Emperor.
An ancestor-level figure of the Demon Race.
Actually making a move against a youth not yet twenty.
He had truly thrown his face away.
"Youngster, what nonsense are you spouting? We already told you that we had no intention of harming Young Master Xiao Chen, yet you still dare to babble? Are you courting death?" Second Master narrowed his eyes, and a blood-red gleam surfaced in his murky old eyes.
Old Master's gaze was equally icy, dark radiance surging around him as he prepared to strike at any moment.
They were ferocious beasts, natural enemies of the Human Race.
They would give Xiao Chen face, but they would not give Wu Sande face.
"If you want to fight, then fight! Come on!" Wu Sande threw caution to the wind as well, golden light blazing from his body like a blazing sun hanging in the sky.
Just as both sides were about to break into a full-scale fight, Xiao Chen hurriedly stopped them and stepped forward to explain what had happened.
He had wanted to