"If you hadn't sent people into the Rebirth Demon Abyss and ruined my plans by rescuing that Oriental brat, I wouldn't have set my sights on the Seven-Leaf Iceheart Grass. We've each paid the other back, so neither of us came out the loser."
Emperor Xiao Demon Roc gave a dark chuckle. The Cloud-Wreathed Demon Hall had indeed been turned upside down, leaving him humiliated, but the situation back then had simply been too overwhelming. Golden Light Immortal Lord, Purple Garrison Shadow, the Ancient Buddha of Heartbane, and the Ghost Buddha army under his command had all arrived at once.
Even with several Devil Lords present, they might not have been able to hold the situation in check. And at the time, he had been the only one at the Cloud-Wreathed Demon Hall. It was hardly surprising that the place had been left in ruins.
Still, he hadn't suffered any losses at the hands of Devil Lord Desolate Night. All things considered, they had both won and lost; he had merely taken the heavier blow. After all, Azure-Eyed King Roc had died in the Rebirth Demon Abyss, costing him a top general.
"Emperor Xiao, once matters on the Immortal-Demon Battlefield have settled down, I'll personally test your abilities."
Devil Lord Desolate Night's expression darkened. He commanded countless Devil Race troops and wouldn't so much as blink if they died by the thousands.
Only Consort Qingli was his Achilles' heel. Emperor Xiao Demon Roc had challenged his bottom line. Even if Consort Qingli were saved, he would still settle this score with the other man.
"I'll be waiting." Emperor Xiao Demon Roc was no pushover. They were both Devil Lords and had been at odds for years. When had he ever feared Devil Lord Desolate Night?
Emperor Xiao Demon Roc then