When Lord of Ten Thousand Demons heard what this fellow said, he was completely stunned.
Lord of Ten Thousand Demons had always been used to acting alone. Having someone suddenly try to control him was not merely surprising—it made him furious. "Did I ask you to save me?
"You're simply meddling in things that don't concern you. I'm telling you, don't say such useless things in front of me.
"You'd better send me out of this place, or don't blame me for being rude."
But this fellow simply did not believe Lord of Ten Thousand Demons. In any case, he looked especially dejected. Seeing this, he could not help but laugh.
"All right, all right. Since this matter is already settled, don't think about it anymore."
Yet Lord of Ten Thousand Demons did not listen to him at all and merely kept saying,
"I'm telling you, you'd better not cause me any messy trouble, or don't blame me for being rude. You'd better send me away.
"Otherwise, I definitely won't spare you."
Seeing how stubborn Lord of Ten Thousand Demons was, the other party did nothing further. But while Lord of Ten Thousand Demons was not paying attention,
he suddenly launched a vicious sneak attack. By the time Lord of Ten Thousand Demons realized what was happening, it was already too late. He had no time to dodge.
In the end, he could only take the palm strike head-on. It landed directly on his chest, and the pain was so intense that he did not even dare breathe deeply.
He glared furiously at the black shadow before him.
"You're nothing but scum. You actually dared to sneak attack me in such a manner. Are you any different from those despicable scoundrels?"
"I'm telling you, shut your mouth right now, or