Li Hao and Old Feng appeared behind Song Qiumo as well.
Hearing the old man in Daoist robes speak, Li Hao immediately realized that he was the Dragon Lord of the Dragon Mountain Dojo.
"Hmph, I suspected you might be hiding in the shadows, deliberately luring us in. I just never expected you to hold back for so long. Was it worth it for this human brat?"
The burly, golden-haired old man's eyes were icy. He had sought out the Dragon Lord precisely to deal with this unexpected situation.
Song Qiumo said calmly, "However long I can hold back, I can't compare to you. Your own son died, yet you managed to sit on your hands for half a year before coming. Are you that afraid of me, or do you have so many sons that losing one doesn't matter?"
"Afraid of you? You think you're worthy of that?"
The Ten Thousand Mountains Demon King roared like a lion, shaking heaven and earth and sending the snow on nearby mountaintops crashing down.
The intimidation of his divine might was enough to make anyone below the Four Establishments Realm tremble in spirit, but aside from Li Hao, only Little White Fox fell into that category.
When Li Hao returned, he had secretly placed Little White Fox outside the camp. As for Li Hao himself, he felt little from the ferocious might bearing down on him, other than finding it somewhat deafening.
"Why waste so many words? What are you still afraid of? Worried we have an ambush waiting?"
Li Hao said, "Don't worry. There's no ambush. Everyone else has already left. It's just the three of us here."
At the sight of Li Hao, killing intent almost spilled from the burly, golden-haired old man's eyes. He glared at him with eyes