"Haha, do you know how many demon slaves there are in the Yuanshan Depression? Don't you know that you only have a Transformation-stage cultivation?" A scantily dressed demon slave stood conspicuously on a tree branch, laughing so hard her waist swayed wildly.
"I think he believes we're fake."
"Could he think we're the same kind as him?"
"Hahahaha..."
Several groups of demon slaves burst out laughing after hearing that. After all, the words of a little demon at the Transformation stage were enough to make the enormous gap between us feel laughable to them.
I slowly closed my eyes, looking as though I didn't even regard them, yet I mobilized not the slightest bit less spiritual energy, as if my mind were completely undisturbed.
"Hmph, this kid has guts. I wonder what he's relying on!"
"Take a good look at his armlet and equipment."
"Those are Red-Eye's things? No way, am I seeing things?"
"They really do look like that fellow Red-Eye's. Did he kill Red-Eye?"
"Hard to say. Anyway, isn't Red-Eye's axe right there? And the armlet too!"
"No wonder he's so arrogant. Red-Eye actually died at his hands!"
A group of slightly weaker demon slaves immediately retreated warily. After all, this fellow called Red-Eye seemed to have been quite formidable.
However, seven or eight demon slaves remained completely unmoved. One of them even sneered, "What? Scared already? Since even Red-Eye died at his hands, then aren't all the things Red-Eye snatched before now in his possession? I saw Red-Eye just yesterday. Do you think anyone could fight that madman Red-Eye and still come away unscathed? He must be recuperating here!"
"Hehe, that's exactly what I wanted to say. Let's make this clear first: we'll cooperate, and after we take him down, we'll divide the spoils. How about it?"