The demon kings in the Wanhua Mountain Range came fleeing over; Yang Zhengshan had long since anticipated that demon kings would definitely run this way. The previous Green Ox Demon King was the example, which was why he had kept watch here, to prevent any demon king from entering the depths of the Yunxiao Mountain Range.
If a few second-rank demonic beasts went to the Yunxiao Mountain Range, then never mind; at worst, the Tianyun Sword Sect would spend more time and manpower clearing them out one by one.
But if a demon king ran into the Yunxiao Mountain Range, that would undoubtedly be the same as installing a time bomb inside the Tianyun Sword Sect, ready at any moment to bring immeasurable losses to the Tianyun Sword Sect.
Just like the fellow in front of him—if he were allowed to enter the Yunxiao Mountain Range, then in the future, the Yunxiao Mountain Range would probably find it difficult to be peaceful.
"Your Excellency, this place is the territory of my Tianyun Sword Sect. I ask Your Excellency to leave!"
Looking at this strangely shaped demonic beast across from him, Yang Zhengshan spoke in an even tone.
Wu Wei Zheng stared at Yang Zhengshan with a pair of gray eyes, and those eyes were filled with emotions that made Yang Zhengshan feel displeased.
Indifference—high-and-mighty indifference—as if what he saw was not Yang Zhengshan, but an utterly ordinary stone in the mountains.
Yang Zhengshan's brows furrowed slightly. That kind of gaze really did make one feel uncomfortable.
"Your Excellency, please leave!"
His tone turned cold and hard.
Only then did Wu Wei Zheng finally speak. "Junior, move aside!"
His voice was sonorous and powerful, carrying a tone that brooked no doubt.
Yang Zhengshan suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as