The Intensifying Battlefield
"Yo, Du Yuanhu! What are you getting so worked up about? It's not like I'm going to eat you!"
With a light chuckle, Xuan Ziluo stepped forward and gave Du Yuanhu an exaggerated once-over, looking as carefree and insolent as ever.
Xuan Ziluo's attitude clearly filled Du Yuanhu with anger.
But no matter how he felt, once he thought of Xuan Ziluo's identity, Du Yuanhu held back and didn't lose his temper.
As the saying went, there was always a mountain higher than the one before, and every creature had its match!
In front of everyone else, Du Yuanhu was usually arrogant and dismissive. If he got angry, he might even attack them outright.
But in front of Xuan Ziluo, no matter how furious he was, he could only swallow his anger.
Setting aside Xuan Ziluo's identity, just the combined strength of the people around him was probably more than Du Yuanhu's side could handle.
And even if they took the most extreme view—even if Du Yuanhu had the strength to defeat everyone around Xuan Ziluo, and even if the identity tokens weren't monitoring them for kills here—he still wouldn't dare attack Xuan Ziluo.
Someone with Xuan Ziluo's status was bound to have some kind of life-saving measure. Du Yuanhu simply wasn't confident he could kill him.
So, faced with Xuan Ziluo's contempt and provocations, Du Yuanhu could only endure them.
Xuan Ziluo knew exactly how Du Yuanhu felt about him. No matter how much he made things difficult for Du Yuanhu, the man wouldn't dare do anything to him.
Of course, Xuan Ziluo wasn't deliberately picking on Du Yuanhu, either.
In a situation like this, everyone who had come here was after the corpse of Xue Kuang, the Supreme Master of the Devil Race. No matter