Cao Xi'er possessed a rare tranquility, but Qingli was not truly afraid of him. More than anything, she wanted to pry some information out of him. This senior nephew of hers had plenty of schemes.
"Understood, Martial Uncle." Qingli chuckled.
"You're both Devil Emperors, after all. I've been in the Devil Realm for so long, and you waited until you'd mobilized all these troops, yet you still didn't dare show yourselves. I have to say, that's disappointing."
Lu Xiaotian paid no attention to the countless Devil Race armies surrounding them. His gaze remained calm as he looked toward the region shrouded in chaos, and he spoke without haste.
Though his voice was soft, it carried without the slightest obstruction.
"Dragon Lord, you're far too arrogant. No matter how heaven-defying your cultivation is—even if you've become a Supreme Heavenly Dragon—you can't break out of this encirclement single-handedly!" Asura Emperor shouted angrily.
"It seems the Dragon Lord has made up his mind to become an enemy of my Devil Realm." Devil Emperor Chiqing's voice was equally grim, and he regarded Lu Xiaotian with undisguised hostility.
Lu Xiaotian had already called them out by name. Neither he nor Asura Emperor could remain hidden behind the scenes forever. Their opponent's reputation might be fearsome, but it wasn't enough to make them lack the courage to show themselves.
"Isn't this what you wanted to see?" Lu Xiaotian gave a faint smile. "Since you've already brought so many Devil Race warriors here, we can't leave them with nothing to do. Send them all at me."
Qingli and Moon Sky Hall Master felt their hearts leap into their throats. No matter how much confidence they had in Lu Xiaotian, they couldn't believe he had the slightest chance of winning under these circumstances.
Forget carrying the three of