"Fellow cultivator, this matter has nothing to do with you."
"This black dog is a traitor to our Demon Race. If you know what's good for you, do not interfere."
Yang Jian said, "A traitor?"
The black dog coughed up a mouthful of blood and said in a low voice, "Senior, do not believe them."
"They slaughtered my clansmen and took our bloodline. They pursued me all the way here today only to refine my Heavenly Demon True Blood."
The green-faced demon general barked, "Shut up!"
Yang Jian turned to look at the black dog.
"Heavenly Demon bloodline?"
The black dog gasped, "This junior is indeed a descendant of the Heavenly Demon bloodline."
"If Senior does not wish to invite trouble, then leave."
"There are people behind them."
Yang Jian asked, "Because they have people backing them, you deserve to die?"
The black dog froze.
The green-faced demon general said darkly, "Human Race cultivator, I'll say it one more time: leave."
"This dog is entangled in internal affairs of the Demon Race. You cannot save him."
"If you insist on meddling, you will become enemies with the lord behind us."
Yang Jian looked at him.
"Who is this lord behind you?"
Thinking Yang Jian was afraid, the green-faced demon general sneered. "The remnants of the Demon Court—the Black Baleful Demon King."
"The Black Baleful Demon King has already entered the late stage of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal. He commands three thousand demon soldiers."
"If you dare ruin this, then vast as the Primordial Wilderness is, there will be no place for you to stand."
The Black Flood Dragon Spirit scoffed from within the blade.
"A late-stage Primordial Unity, and he dares use that to frighten people."
"Master, this lot truly knows neither the height of heaven nor the depth of