"Eastern Cultivators, you dare show your faces here on the Divine Continent? You must be tired of living."
The Broken-Horned Bull Demon stood in the central square of Bull Demon City, a massive axe resting on his shoulder. Facing him were Mo Bufan, Chu Yunxuan, and Bald Brother Li, the three strongest fighters.
Yet the Broken-Horned Bull Demon's gaze kept lingering on the Heaven-Swallowing Blood Python.
Clearly, the Heaven-Swallowing Blood Python was the one who put him under the most pressure.
"Bull Demon, today is the day you die."
Bald Brother Li, who had been here the longest and had fought the Bull Demon several times, seized the opportunity to speak.
"Hmph. You're just someone I've already beaten."
"What do you have to be so arrogant about, Bull Demon? I didn't come alone today."
"If not for these people, do you think I'd waste my breath on you?"
"You!"
Bald Brother Li seethed, but remembering that he had started this exchange, he forced himself to swallow his anger.
Mo Bufan and Chu Yunxuan likewise gave Bald Brother Li a disdainful glance before turning their attention back to the Broken-Horned Bull Demon.
During their assault, they had naturally discovered the enslaved Natives.
Having also come from Earth, they shared views much like Zhang Hongxing's. Thus, this so-called last group of Eastern Cultivators had become objects of their contempt.
The Broken-Horned Bull Demon soon noticed this too. He threw back his head and laughed.
"Hahaha... Bald Li, it seems these people you brought aren't really on your side."
"You talk too much."
Mo Bufan finally spoke. The instant the words left his mouth, he appeared directly in front of and above the Broken-Horned Bull Demon's head, slashing down viciously with the Broken Blade in his hand.
What overwhelming power!
Shocked, the bull-horned