Some distance away from the high-crowned youth and the Demon Clan man, Golden Shears and Youxiong Kun stood side by side, yet there was a gap of two whole body lengths between them. Whenever their gazes met, both wore expressions of disgust and disdain.
"You couldn't even beat a bunch of women. I really don't know what nerve you had to serve as deputy alliance leader," Golden Shears said in a low, mocking voice.
"And I wonder who had his Magic Treasure broken and was beaten so badly he was seriously injured?" Youxiong Kun retorted without yielding an inch.
"I was careless and suffered a loss. My opponent was at least a Taiyi Realm expert. What about you? You ran off with your tail between your legs before even fighting. How could you possibly have the nerve to bring it up?" Golden Shears sneered.
"How do you know the one I encountered wasn't a Taiyi Realm expert? Under those circumstances, I'm afraid you would've run even faster," Youxiong Kun snapped.
If the two had known they had fought the same person, who knew what expressions they would have worn.
Their heated confrontation drew the attention of the others. Behind them followed seven or eight True Immortal Stage Myriad Demons Alliance leaders, among whom were Dragon Fang and Qingqing.
However, their cultivation and status were inferior to those two, so none of them dared utter a word.
"Cough, cough..." At that moment, the young man at the prow, wearing a tall crown and a black fur cloak, coughed lightly.
Youxiong Kun and Golden Shears immediately fell silent, as quiet as cicadas in winter.
"Mr. Zi, this should be the place, correct?" the young man asked.
The short Demon Clan man turned his wrist, and a flash of light appeared in his