The middle-aged man was named Ao Tong, and his words were no idle bluster.
The Demon Realm did indeed have such a rule, observed by all races, an iron law written into the bloodline inheritances of its upper echelons: if you encounter cultivators from the Immortal Realm, kill them without mercy.
As for why? He did not know, nor did he need to.
Rules were rules. His elders had passed them down, and he would accept them and pass them on in turn.
Besides, he sensed that these humans' cultivation was not high. Some were not even heavenly demons, like that donkey.
Although he could not see through the cultivation of the black-clad man or one of the cold-faced women, he did not care.
Humans loved fiddling with all those flashy concealment and disguise tricks.
Most importantly, this was the Demon Realm. Humans could not overturn the heavens here.
This was an instinct ingrained over countless ages, the Demon Realm's "common sense."
Si Chen sighed.
At that single sigh, the people behind him began rubbing their fists and flexing their hands, one after another.
A sigh meant he was unhappy.
Unhappy meant they could make their move.
Black Mountain reached up, plucked the starfish off his head, and casually tossed it into the sea.
Then he raised his head, baring two large bear fangs. "Well, damn... throwing your weight around in front of Little Sheng?"
"Before our Undying Mountain, even a dragon must coil up, and even a tiger must lie down."
Red Wind had been standing in the back. His eye twitched at those words. He was a damned tiger!
Xie Changsheng also stepped forward, his silver Dao pupils glowing faintly:
"The usual rules?"
Song Chi stood with his hands behind his back, his white hair drifting in