Although the gap between a Demon King and a Demon Marshal was only one major realm on the surface, only those who reached this level truly knew how difficult that step was to cross.
It was no exaggeration to say that even if the other nine Demon Marshals joined forces, defeating him would be as easy as lifting a hand. Three were even less worth mentioning.
Over the past few centuries, countless people had coveted that position, only to pay a devastating price. Without a definite chance of victory, Xiu Ge would never agree to stake his life on the gamble.
At least, continuing to live quietly for now was not bad. Could it be that the other party had some hidden trump card?
"Jie jie jie..." Hearing Batu's words, Ge'er immediately laughed so hard that he doubled over. Only after a long while, when Xiu Ge's expression had turned unpleasant, did he restrain himself and say, "You really think that person still has such strength?"
"Isn't that so? Even if he's completely exhausted, he still isn't someone we can touch, right?" Batu was utterly puzzled. He did not understand why his brother was acting so recklessly. Those fools who had once believed that old man was nearing death had all become his food.
"I can tell you clearly..." Ge'er did not move his mouth. He merely looked at Batu, yet Batu's expression grew increasingly astonished. "It's true."
"What benefit would I get from lying to you?" Ge'er said disdainfully. There was even anger in his words, as though he could not believe Batu still refused to trust him.
"Besides, who said there are only three of us? For this sort of thing, the more people, the better." Seeing that the atmosphere had been sufficiently stirred up, Ge'er added fuel