The crowd below buzzed with discussion.
The appearance of one of the Lower Eight Demon Races was indeed too shocking.
Ordinary people might never see any of the Sixteen Demon Races in their entire lives. How could they not be excited?
After being slightly startled, Xu Zimo quickly came to his senses.
He had only recently obtained the Demon Mirror, and now one of the Lower Eight Demon Races had delivered itself right to his door.
Truly, he had searched far and wide in worn-out iron shoes, only to find it without any effort at all.
The Old Demon of Laoshan roared furiously. Beneath the lightning, not only did it show no fear, but its aura instead surged even higher.
Roar after roar seemed to provoke the Heavenly Dao.
As lightning struck his body, his originally black fur gradually turned blood-red.
His blood-red fur seemed to ignite like flames, incomparably violent.
His eyes were entirely blood-red, while his two arms stretched dozens of meters long.
He leaped high and charged at Xu Zimo.
With every leap, the void cracked apart and the heavens collapsed.
With a boom, he threw a punch at Xu Zimo, meeting the Majestic Heavenly Might head-on.
The immense pressure compressed space, sending spatial turbulence flying in all directions as air arrows shot wildly about.
Xu Zimo raised his saber to block, but an irresistible force struck him and blasted him straight away.
"Die!" The Old Demon of Laoshan's murderous voice was like a bloodthirsty blade.
He gave Xu Zimo no chance to resist at all.
Watching Xu Zimo fly backward, he charged after him again. Before Xu Zimo could steady himself, his right fist rose high.
Another boom rang out.
This time, he smashed Xu Zimo down from the void from above.
Like falling from lofty