"Yang... Yang Ming?"
Hearing this name, the Titan Snow Demon King was slightly taken aback.
Although the Titan Snow Demon King's head was full of muscles and its mind often did not work too well, a man's reputation was like a tree's shadow. It had at least heard a little about how Yang Ming had led the allied forces to repel a wave of beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest.
Otherwise, they would not have withdrawn from the Heaven Dou Empire's territory and returned to the Far North.
Even so, the Titan Snow Demon King refused to accept it!
"Why should I take you there?"
The Titan Snow Demon King bared its fangs at Yang Ming, stubborn as ever.
The pity in Wang Qiuer and Zi Ji's eyes deepened.
People always picked the softest persimmon to squeeze, yet this fool insisted on smashing into a hard wall. Wasn't that just courting death?
Sure enough!
Seeing the Titan Snow Demon King being so uncooperative, Yang Ming raised a brow, a flicker of displeasure flashing through his eyes.
Who was he? He was the leader of the Sky-Blasting Gang. Countless Fierce Beasts had died by his hand. What did a mere Titan Snow Demon King with over two hundred thousand years of cultivation have to bargain with him?
"So, you're unwilling?"
Yang Ming said darkly, a trace of killing intent in his tone.
The Titan Snow Demon King was clearly one-track-minded. Even after sensing Yang Ming's killing intent, it had no intention of changing its mind and declared loudly,
"Among our Titan Snow Demon Clan, whoever has the bigger fists is right. Your fists are so small. I don't accept it!"
Yang Ming's expression turned strange upon hearing that.
"So, as long as my fists are bigger than yours, you'll take