Xintian-jun

If one could not see through an opponent, it meant one was inferior. This was the instinctive consensus of powerful beings. Ever since Demon Slayer had been unable to gauge Ye Liang's strength, his mood had plummeted.

That was why he had launched a sneak attack.

Ye Liang's body appeared in the distance. With a faint smile, he sent an illusory hand grasping toward Demon Slayer. "Since you have met me, could you release Uncle Xintian? We are both demons. If we harm the goodwill between us, that would be greatly inappropriate."

"Ha ha, demons?" Demon Slayer contemptuously deflected Ye Liang's hand. With a slight movement, two incomparably sharp blade auras slashed toward Ye Liang. "He is no demon. He is merely an ancient ghost inhabiting the body of a zombie man." His effeminate voice drifted lightly, clearly showing that he did not take Xintian-jun seriously.

Ye Liang and Demon Slayer exchanged blows, and before long, both were panting heavily.

Saint Third Tier!

That was Demon Slayer's current strength. Ye Liang knew that demons were far more powerful in battle than those of the same rank, but he had never imagined that this scythe demon, seven tiers below him, would possess such formidable combat strength.

Whenever he tried to suppress him with force, the latter would recklessly trade injury for injury. Several times, Ye Liang had been forced back. "What exactly happened to Uncle Xintian? I came this time because I have business with him, not to cause trouble for you. If you know what is good for you, release him at once.

Otherwise, do not blame me for being discourteous."

"Discourteous? What can you possibly do?" Demon Slayer looked at Ye Liang contemptuously again. Just as he spoke, a flame suddenly flared over Demon Slayer's body.

It was a