A demonic hand transformed into three branches of a demon locust tree, which lashed toward the three human cultivators.
The three human cultivators were horrified. They had witnessed this demon's methods before; the other Demon Race companions had all been easily subdued by him with this very move. Once those demonic branches pierced the body, one foot was already through the gates of hell.
But just then, a blood-red hand reached out of thin air and scooped up the three branches. The thick, black-miasma-wreathed branches writhed desperately, but they twisted in the blood-red grip and could not break free.
"Daoist Lu, what do you mean by this?" Venerable Demon Huaiye watched Lu Xiaotian with a dark expression. His pair of oily green eyes brimmed with fury. The Void Refinement Realm experts of the various races had long since fled far away, afraid of being caught in the crossfire. Of those present, only Lu Xiaotian could stop him.
"These people are useful to me. They haven't caused Venerable Demon Huaiye much loss, either. Why not hand them over to me? If anything they've said proves even slightly false, I'll deal with these audacious juniors on your behalf," Lu Xiaotian said unhurriedly.
"These people injured my own son. How could I let them go just because Daoist Lu says so?" Venerable Demon Huaiye laughed in fury. He had already put aside the old grudge over the chaos at Qingxu, and now Lu Xiaotian was pushing his luck. The demon who ruled the Huaiye Demon Domain with an iron fist was naturally no good-tempered soul. If he weren't wary of Lu Xiaotian's towering reputation, he would have turned hostile long ago. How else could he have put up with this until now?
"These people are the only lead I've found after searching all