Gate of Hai

"Your answer was awfully arrogant!"

Zhang Liang narrowed his eyes at Qin He, the threat in his gaze unmistakable.

Unlike Niu Chengan, who looked before and after every step, the moment Zhang Liang sensed Qin He's Mortal Body Realm strength, he had the urge to roll him into a ball and flatten him again.

Because no matter what he said, whenever this guy looked at him, there had never been a trace of fear in his eyes.

That displeased Zhang Liang.

Wherever people from the Demon Suppression Division went, they cut an imposing figure, and everyone who saw them acted as if they had seen ghosts.

Only this guy showed not the slightest sign of fear.

That was intolerable.

"So-so. I only ranked third," Qin He said, waving a hand. The gesture did not look very modest, and his words were even less so.

The moment Zhang Liang saw that, his eyes widened. "Kid, you still dare to grin and joke around in front of me? Do you know where this is?"

"I do. A demon breeding farm," Qin He answered every question.

"That's right, this is a demon breeding—pah, what nonsense! This is the Demon Suppression Division, the Demon Suppression Division!" Nearly led into a ditch by him, Zhang Liang flew into a rage. "Keep talking nonsense, and believe it or not, I'll use you as feed?"

"Feed?" Qin He's eyes rolled, and he asked curiously, "Fed to demons of what rank?"

"You..." Zhang Liang's eyes went wide, and he nearly lost his mind.

What rank of demon?

Was that the point? The point was that he would use him as feed.

Was he curious?

Did he not know fear?

"Is something wrong with him?" Zhang Liang turned and asked Xing San directly.

"He, he..." Xing San immediately began