Kong Xuan and the Golden-Winged Great Peng exchanged a glance.
"Now that the Slaughter Formation is active, I doubt they'll die anytime soon."
"Why don't we have some fun?"
The Golden-Winged Great Peng looked at Kong Xuan with some hesitation.
It was hard to say whether this was a good idea.
After all, they were on duty.
Kong Xuan was indeed tempted.
After all, these were three Quasi-Saint experts, and they seemed to be ostracized regularly. If they could subdue the three of them this time...
It would give their strength a decent boost.
Kong Xuan frowned slightly. "But these Devil Ancestors are all controlled by the Devil Ancestor. I'm afraid we won't be able to make them submit."
"The Devil Ancestor holds their devilish energy firmly in his grasp. They probably can't betray him."
At Kong Xuan's words, the three members of the Devil Race looked displeased.
One of the older devils protested, "Who are you looking down on, you little brat? The Devil Ancestor may be the strongest of our race and our creator, but why should we have to obey him?"
"Can't betray him? Plenty of devils have betrayed him. It's just that the Devil Ancestor has disposed of most of the traitors."
"But some fish have still slipped through the net. You aren't from the Beyond Lands, so we don't blame you for not knowing how things stand among the Devil Race. Still, you can't go spouting nonsense."
Kong Xuan smiled faintly. "In that case, does this fellow Daoist of the Devil Race intend to submit to us?"
The devil grew even more displeased. "Hmph! You little brat, you're weak, yet full of demands. With your strength, what right do you have to say such things?"
"Thirteenth, Twelfth, stop wasting words on him. Kill these two,