Great Demon God

"Are you the Great Demon God?"

"That is what the world calls me."

The Great Demon God said:

"In truth, I have another name—Xiao Jing Tian!"

He glanced at the sword in Ding Ling's hand. Once he saw it, he could hardly look away:

"The Shi Huang Sword! How did my younger brother's Shi Huang Sword end up in your hands?"

"The Shi Huang Sword was unearthed from within the Sword Sect by Xiao Aoshi. Ultimately, it can still be considered a relic of the Sword Sect. How can you say it was your younger brother's sword?"

Ding Ling glanced behind the Great Demon God. A vast crowd of ninjas, swordsmen, and saber-wielders from Japan stood there, each one spirited and sharp-eyed, like wolves in the night waiting to devour human flesh!

At this moment, there was more than sharpness in the eyes of these wolves. There was also wariness and tension. Clearly, Ding Ling's sword strike just now had intimidated them.

"Did Japan deploy its entire force this time?"

Ding Ling said expressionlessly:

"Last time, the elites of the Underworld Society were slaughtered to the last man. Was that also your doing, Great Demon God?"

"It wasn't me."

The Great Demon God said coldly:

"This is my first time setting foot in the Central Plains in years. What the hell is the Underworld Society? Is it even worth me, the Great Demon God, taking action personally?"

"It wasn't you? Then that's strange."

Ding Ling sighed:

"The deaths of Qin Shuang and the others clearly looked like they were beaten to death by someone who possessed the Chaotic Sky Four Absolutes. How could it not have been you? You dare do it but not admit it. Xiao Jing Tian, you're unworthy of being the Great Demon God!"

Ding Ling had