Eagle Strikes the Vast Sky

"Yin Shou, do you think you're worthy of using the Old Lord's name to swindle people?"

Hui Shan sneered without end, speaking in a sarcastic tone. "When we go about our daily business, on which day do we not call friends together and form cliques for personal gain... Heh heh, the wind is awfully strong today. You thieving bird, aren't you afraid it'll blow your tongue crooked?"

In truth, the demon kings on Chain Island often gathered to drink wine, raising cups and exchanging toasts in carefree merriment.

Because Black Feather was hated by humans and demons alike, with not a single friend in his contact list and his name plastered all over everyone's blacklist, he had never received an invitation.

Hui Shan did not say these things outright. She hoped Black Feather had at least some self-awareness.

King Hui Shan was a Snake Demon. Like Lu Bei's old flame She Xuan, she had a waist slender enough to fit in one hand, with a charming and stunning allure—a proper demoness.

The difference was that She Xuan was essentially a human Demon Cultivator, while Hui Shan was a bona fide member of the Demon Race. She had yet to overcome the Transformation Tribulation, so her appearance was half-human and half-demon, with a long green tail extending from below her waist.

As for the minotaur King Si Feng, the tiger-faced King Bai Yin, and Black Feather, who had hurried away, none of them had yet welcomed their own Transformation Tribulations.

Mo Xuan was the exception. His bloodline was not pure enough, so he had undergone the Transformation Tribulation early and turned into the stooped old man he was now.

His bloodline was ordinary, but because he had lived long enough, his strength ranked among the best of the demon kings. Moreover,