A Single Palm Strike Sent Him Flying
If it had been before, Flame-Devouring Dragon Lord and the Black Demon Jiaolong Ancient Ancestor would have scoffed at Bloodlight Demon Saint's words.
After all, back in Dust Spirit Province, the cultivation and combat strength Bloodlight Demon Saint had displayed had only been between the Seventh and Eighth Rank of Demon Saint. Neither of them would have feared him in a one-on-one fight.
But now, the cultivation Bloodlight Demon Saint had revealed was Ninth Rank Demon Saint—the peak and perfection of this realm!
Even if the two joined forces, facing such an existence, they likely would not last more than a few exchanges before being taken down outright.
Flame-Devouring Dragon Lord swallowed hard and hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist, calm down."
"I suddenly feel that the proposal you just made is an excellent one."
His change of tune came so quickly that even the Black Demon Jiaolong Ancient Ancestor beside him had yet to react.
"Calm down?"
"To hell with calming down."
Bloodlight Demon Saint said without mercy, "Did you think This Seat dared come to the Dark Dragon Clan without making any preparations?"
"Did you think This Seat didn't know the situation of your Dark Dragon Clan?"
"That Ancient Ancestor of your Dark Dragon Clan is about to fall, isn't he?"
"Would the other two royal clans—the Bloodthirsty Heavenly Fox and Violent Ghost Tiger clans—miss such an opportunity?"
"With the Dark Dragon Clan in its current predicament, you still dare try to speak softly while acting tough before This Seat?"
At this point, Bloodlight Demon Saint let out a cold laugh and strode toward the two of them step by step.
Flame-Devouring Dragon Lord's face turned pale with fright. If a top-tier Demon Saint truly made a move, he and the Black Demon