At this moment, within the Demon Race Holy Land.
The many Demon Race patriarchs had also learned that the three Ancient Demon Saints they had dispatched had all been slain by Xia Ping. Their expressions were ugly to the extreme; it was as if the Human Race had slapped them squarely across the face.
"Trash! Those three are utter trash! We bestowed a Phantom Sound Flower upon them precisely so they could return safely!" A Demon Race patriarch roared. "Who would have thought that not only did the three of them fail to complete the assassination mission, they even left their lives behind at the Human Race base, making our Demon Race lose all face.
"Damn it, how did those pieces of trash even advance to the realm of Ancient Demon Saints? They could not even deal with a mere Early Ancient Saint. What a disgrace!"
It flew into a rage, feeling that the actions of those three Ancient Demon Saints had utterly disgraced it.
If the other patriarchs learned that it had arranged this matter, it would likely become a laughingstock and be ridiculed for countless years. One could well imagine its fury now.
"The three Ancient Demon Saints cannot be entirely blamed. It can only be said that Fengdu's strength was extraordinary. Killing an Ancient Demon Saint as an Early Ancient Saint—even if he may have possessed some powerful cosmic secret treasures as auxiliary tools, one must still admit that he is formidable. At the very least, he was capable of surviving before an Ancient Demon Saint."
A Demon Race patriarch spoke gravely.
It knew that there were naturally treasures in the universe that allowed the weak to defeat the strong and slay Ancient Demon Saints. But if one could not even move before an Ancient Demon Saint,