Confrontation, Demonic Cultivators of the Demon Clan

"Li Yun, you're slandering me!"

Di Jun was furious.

He had never expected Li Yun to suddenly say such a thing.

It would have been one thing if he had truly ordered it, but he had no idea what was going on and did not know this person at all.

Thinking of this, Di Jun could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. "I know you still hold a grudge over what happened back then, and I also know that matter cannot simply be settled so easily."

"But the conflict between the Human Race and the Demon Clan is a major matter between races, even a situation where each side rules itself."

"Under such circumstances, I do not believe the Demon Clan did anything wrong, because we are all acting for the development and continuation of our own race."

"So, if Emperor Li Yun has any thoughts on the matter, we can confront each other openly, fight, or even kill one another. But it would be better not to use such smear tactics. I do not know this fellow, nor do I recognize this kind of trash."

As soon as these words were spoken, the cultivators present fell into thought.

Although they still had some doubts, Di Jun had put it so plainly that it truly might have nothing to do with him.

They did not know much else, but Di Jun's pride was genuine.

Especially now that he had obtained Hongmeng Purple Qi and even become Hongjun's disciple, he was a Saint destined by Heaven in the future. Logically, he could not possibly scheme over such a trivial matter, much less deny anything.

"Cough, cough."

With a light cough, Li Yun realized that Di Jun had misunderstood what he meant.

He then looked helplessly toward Di Jun. "Demon