"Brother Xu..." Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Wang Li hesitated for a moment before finally stepping back.
"You're Hong Jun?" Xu Zimo glanced at him and asked with interest.
"Who are you? From the Seventy-two Mountains, or the Thirty-six Caves?" Hong Jun asked with a frown.
He found it rather strange that Xu Zimo was not afraid in the face of such a display.
In his expectation, the other man should have been scared shitless.
That was why he had begun to doubt Xu Zimo's identity. But he knew everyone stronger than himself.
"My identity isn't important," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head.
"I only want to ask you: how do you intend to handle this matter?"
"How to handle it?" Before Hong Jun could speak, Hong Ze beside him gave a vicious grin.
"According to the rules of our Devil Race, harming one's own kind is a crime deserving death."
"I wasn't asking you." Xu Zimo could not be bothered with Hong Ze. His gaze remained fixed on his father, Hong Jun.
At this moment, Hong Jun was somewhat unable to make up his mind.
The key was that Xu Zimo's behavior was simply too strange.
"Do you know who this Mountain Lord is?" Hong Jun asked instead, no longer in a hurry.
After all, the man could not run away. He felt it was better to get to the bottom of things first.
"I don't know you, but I've heard your name," Xu Zimo said.
"How to deal with you is naturally a matter for the Hall of Demonic Etiquette. You needn't ask me," Hong Jun said.
Just as the two were arguing, whispers rose from nearby.
"Lord Heavenly Virtue Demon has arrived."
The crowd that had been watching naturally parted to make way, and an elderly old man