Lu Qingchen loosened his tight grip on the Canglang Sword.
If Ning Xiang dared accept this "peerless beauty," he would dare kill him.
Su Lang also breathed a sigh of relief.
Then both of them heard-
[Boohoo, you really are my dear old dad! How did you manage to catch the Demon King? I'd love to accept him, but I'm really not blessed enough to enjoy him! You aren't going to deliver the Demon Venerable to my bed tomorrow, are you?]
[If you'd picked literally any other man, I'd have happily accepted him, okay?!]
That was right!
The Demon Cultivator lying on the floor with his eyes closed, seemingly possessing little cultivation, was none other than the renowned Demon King.
In the cultivation world, cultivators traveling abroad often used an illusion to suppress their apparent cultivation for convenience, but such tricks were utterly inadequate in the eyes of high-level cultivators.
The Demon King was different, however. He had a magical treasure that could conceal his cultivation, his aura, and even his true form so thoroughly that even powerhouses like Ning Xiang's father and Lu Qingchen could not identify him.
Others might fail to recognize the Demon King, but how could Ning Xiang?
After all, she was the only woman present whom the Demon King had abducted and repeatedly tortured and abused!
What an honor!
[Is this old geezer of a Demon King trying to stir up trouble?]
Ning Xiang muttered inwardly.
After some thought, she decided not to expose the Demon King's identity just yet. At the very least, she could not expose him now.
Since the Demon King had concealed his true form to lurk beside her sweet, gullible father, he presumably had some other objective and would not attack them for the time being. If she exposed his