"The Demon Ancestor has come!"
"He just became a Saint and already came looking for Sage Kong. He clearly means trouble!"
"Nonsense! Look at the army of demon disciples behind him. Do they look like they came for a friendly visit?"
"Can Sage Kong stand against the Demon Ancestor?"
"He should be able to. Sage Kong has been a Saint for ten thousand years, while Mo Jingcang only just became one."
The living beings on the mountain fell into a panic. Faced with demon disciples covering the mountains and plains, how could they not tremble in fear?
Although Confucius had become a Saint, the Confucian sect had only just been established. Its foundation was far inferior to that of the demon race. If they clashed, the outcome would not be favorable.
Mo Jingcang was shrouded in demonic qi, with only his head visible, yet that was enough to terrify the living beings on the mountain.
Though he was not the strongest being of the current age, he was undoubtedly the most feared. In order to expand the demon race, he had employed every possible method.
"Demon Ancestor, what brings you here?"
Confucius's voice drifted from the building atop the mountain, devoid of any emotion, as though Mo Jingcang's arrival did not surprise him in the slightest.
The corners of Mo Jingcang's mouth curled upward. Over the past ten thousand years, he had suffered greatly. The disappearance of the Blood Devouring Demon God and the deterrence of the Saints had nearly crushed him.
To become a Saint, he had walked the brink of death again and again. No one knew how much pressure and pain he had endured.
But he was the Demon Ancestor. He had to endure.
Just as the Heavenly Emperor had once warned him, there were always greater