Su Mo, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them.
His gaze swept across the Demon Horn Humans, and Su Mo was slightly surprised. There were actually more than a dozen Martial King realm experts among them.
"You Demon Horn Clan have Martial Kings as well?"
Su Mo asked curiously. The Demon Horn Clan had always fought and hunted each other with Heavenly Spirit Sect disciples in the Demon Horn Realm. If the Demon Horn Clan had Martial Kings, why had they never acted?
"Replying to Holy Son, our Demon Horn Clan has eighteen Martial King realm experts. Fearing that the upper ranks of the Heavenly Spirit Sect would move to exterminate us, we have kept our cultivation sealed and hidden ourselves within the Demon Horn Realm," Jin Li said in a deep voice.
Jin Li was Cai Yun's grandfather. He had briefly spent time with Su Mo before, but he had never expected that in such a short time, this Holy Son would already have grown so much.
He had learned everything from Cai Yun and knew that their escape this time was entirely thanks to Su Mo.
Su Mo nodded upon hearing this. Although the Demon Horn Clan was very weak now, they could not be underestimated.
In a tiny place like the Demon Horn Realm, the Demon Horn Clan had still produced more than a dozen Martial King experts. One could imagine the foundation of this race.
Su Mo believed that as long as the Demon Horn Clan was given enough time, while they might not return to the strength they had possessed in ancient times, it was at least possible for them to become as powerful as the Emperor Xuan Sect.
After all, this was a genuine race from ancient times, with immense