Xiao Ling and his group fixed their gazes on the place where demonic aura churned.
A blurry figure gradually solidified within the black mist, its outline becoming clear before it finally stepped slowly out of the hazy demonic fog.
His face was pale, yet exceptionally handsome, though a sinister, eerie air lingered between his brows. A low, chilling laugh spilled forth, echoing across the ruined world.
"Heh heh, is this what it feels like to regain freedom?"
The Nine King Hall looked down imperiously at Xiao Ling, his tone filled with lofty arrogance.
"Human, since you inadvertently helped me break through the seal, I can give you a chance. Submit willingly to the Otherworldly Demon Clan and serve beneath me."
Xiao Ling let out a scornful laugh, a faint contempt flashing through his eyes. His voice was indifferent, with a trace of icy sharpness.
"Heh heh, who gave you such confidence? Since you are this arrogant, I shall give you a chance as well. Kill yourself where you stand, and you may retain a shred of dignity. Force me to act, and you will not be granted such a painless opportunity."
Xiao Ling pondered silently. He could not help but find these Otherworldly Demon Clan fellows baffling. They had always acted so arrogantly and ignorantly, completely unable to see the situation they were in.
Although Xiao Ling had indeed used rather unusual means to subdue the Devouring Ancestral Symbol this time, under normal circumstances, anyone wishing to subdue an Ancestral Symbol had to undergo the many harsh trials it set.
Thus, every holder of an Ancestral Symbol cared for the lives of Tian Xuan Continent and was an irreconcilable enemy of the Otherworldly Demon Clan.
Yet the Nine King Hall could not see even this, and still dared to speak