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Because there were so many Devil Race members surrounding them,
the Devil Race member felt no particular anxiety as he ran his mouth.
In his eyes, with so many brothers here, even if Nangong Hongye wanted to kill him, someone would step in and stop him.
While they were holding Nangong Hongye back, he could have already escaped.
So the Devil Race member who talked back and angrily challenged Nangong Hongye wore a smug, arrogant look. There was little fear in his eyes.
What made him even smugger was that although Nangong Hongye remained cold throughout his tirade, the killing intent radiating from him wasn't very apparent.
In other words, perhaps Nangong Hongye didn't dare kill him in front of everyone present.
But it was obvious that the Devil Race member had overestimated himself.
Since Nangong Hongye had dared to come here without a word, he clearly wasn't as cowardly as this Devil Race member imagined.
"Are you finished?"
Only after the Devil Race member fell silent did Nangong Hongye finally raise his cold eyes.
His gaze was icy, brimming with murderous intent and filled with terror.
As Nangong Hongye slowly looked up at him, the Devil Race member felt a freezing cold engulf his entire body.
His whole body stiffened.
The sensation of even his soul freezing stiff made his expression change dramatically.
Though Nangong Hongye hadn't said much, the Devil Race member knew perfectly well that Nangong Hongye wanted to kill him.
What's more, Nangong Hongye had the power to do it.
Daring not to let his guard down, he tensed every muscle in an instant.
But the Devil Race's rules were rigid to a fault.
Though the Devil Race member knew full well that he was about to die and trembled all over, he simply