Picking a Fight with the Demon Ancestor

Every one of them was brimming with excitement.

They began looking for seats.

This sermon was clearly different from the previous ones.

Not only were there far more seats, but those attending were also much weaker than before.

As everyone waited quietly,

one man swaggered up to the very front.

"Hm? Who are you? What gives you the right to sit here?"

"Can't you see the status of the people sitting here?"

He looked disdainfully at Demon Ancestor Luohu before him.

"A mere Daluo Golden Immortal, and you dare sit here? I'm talking to you! How dare you ignore me?"

The flames of anger flared in his eyes as he stared coldly at the Demon Ancestor.

He was the lord of Lion Camel Mountain, the Nine-Headed Lion Supreme.

His cultivation had already reached the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, leaving him just one step away from becoming a Quasi-Saint.

He was a rare creature born of heaven and earth, far stronger than ordinary beings. He had the strength to back up his arrogance.

The Demon Ancestor glanced at him in surprise.

He actually looked somewhat familiar.

"Oh, so it's you, little lion. I saw you back when you hadn't even taken human form. Since we're acquainted, I'll spare your life for this provocation. If there's a next time, I'll kill you without mercy."

He was the mighty Demon Ancestor, not someone any stray cat or dog could provoke.

The Nine-Headed Lion frowned.

Judging by this man's words, he should be one of the ancient beings.

But of the ancient beings still living in the Primordial World, he knew almost all of them, apart from those who had chosen to remain in seclusion!

He had no recollection of this man's aura.

He studied Demon Ancestor Luohu closely. The longer