The Mountain God Lord gazed coldly toward the prefectural city.
Though his face remained expressionless, only he knew what stormy waves had risen within his heart.
Everything that had happened today had continuously shattered his understanding of the demon horde.
The Mountain God had originally believed the matter should have ended the instant the Night Patrol God swung his whip.
Then, the scene of the young Demon King joining forces with Yuan Yuan to brutally shatter the immortal shadow had made his heart skip slightly.
These creations used to gather Incense Fire seemed to be showing signs of slipping free from the Immortal Sect's control.
They had actually forced the Night Patrol God to invoke the authority of the Underworld.
And now, the figure emerging from the archway made his skin go cold.
The Mountain God had guessed that the one returning from the Underworld might be the Night Patrol God, or perhaps that ambitious little wolf cub. Yet he had never expected the first to step out would be that young Demon King.
Could a Demon Cultivator truly rely on cultivated arts to contend against an Immortal's methods?
Preposterous nonsense!
So-called Immortal Methods were merely products of immortal divine abilities weakened again and again, spread through the world solely to make it easier to herd mortals.
Like a strong adult casually tossing a blunt wooden sword to a child.
At this moment, the Mountain God felt as if he had seen such a child wielding that wooden sword against an adult, even fighting them to a draw. Since appearing, he finally began shifting his attention away from the Night Patrol God and onto the Demon King he had never considered worth noticing.
"Raise a tiger only to court disaster."
Those four simple words emerged from the Mountain God's mouth