Grand Unity Golden Immortal-level magical power surged at its peak, and many members of the Demon Race sensed it.
They poured out one after another in a frenzy.
Like a surging tide, they surrounded Meng Ji and the others until not even a drop of water could get through.
"How dare you! You dare attack this Demon Saint? You must have a death wish!"
Shang Yang was furious. An outsider had wounded him so badly on Penglai Island itself. How could he not be angry?
What was more, there were countless members of the Demon Race on Penglai Island.
Even if the other party was a mighty early-stage Quasi-Saint, he would likely perish under the assault of so many demons.
Meng Ji, however, looked completely unafraid.
He didn't believe he would simply die here.
A cold smile played at the corner of his mouth. He wasn't afraid of Shang Yang at all.
He said calmly, "My life is worthless. If the Demon Race were to lose all its reputation throughout the Primordial World because of me, wouldn't that be a poor trade?"
At his words, Shang Yang was so enraged that the veins on his forehead bulged.
Beside him, Bai Ze sent Shang Yang a telepathic message, then said, "Shang Yang, he's right. We can't just kill him like this."
"Then what should we do? What about the dignity of the Demon Race? What about the face of our Demon Court? A Quasi-Saint has come right to our doorstep. On this vast Penglai Island, although none of the Quasi-Saint experts are available at the moment, our demon soldiers are still more than enough to surround him and beat him to death! Are we just supposed to stand by and let him run wild?"
Shang Yang snapped.
"He came here because