Zhan Hu's words blasted viciously into the heavens.
Gradually, Elder Liu and the other two outer sect elders came back to their senses from their daze, and then they... burst out laughing!
The three of them laughed almost at the same time, each laughing so hard they nearly fell out of the air.
Elder Liu, the leader among them, pointed at Zhan Hu and said, "Are you here to make us laugh? No, Elder Ruan, are you here to make us laugh? Your trump card is a little demon who has only just reached the Spirit Martial Stage? What a terrifying trump card indeed."
The second elder said, "This demon doesn't look particularly young either. He finally made a breakthrough at the last minute and became a trump card—impressive."
The third elder joined in with a laugh. "We really are so, so scared."
Amid their three unrestrained laughs, everyone from Cangyu Sect—including inner sect Elder Bu Tun—looked toward Sikong Jing and Zhan Hu, then toward Elder Ruan, whose path through the air had been blocked.
They could not help but laugh.
Had this Elder Ruan smashed the pot and given up on everything now?
What was this supposed to be? A black-scale demon who was no longer young had just broken through to the Spirit Martial Stage, and that was considered a trump card?
Wasn't this just blindly trying his luck at the last minute? What kind of genius demon was that?
To everyone from Cangyu Sect, someone who had only just broken through to the Spirit Martial Stage at such an age naturally possessed very average talent.
Only the Demon-Scale Island Lord and the others in Sikong Jing's group were dumbstruck. From the peak of the Martial Enlightenment Stage to the Spirit Martial Stage in half a month—what kind