"Elder, are you trying to kill me?"
The little Night Demon's voice was so pure and calm.
He simply gazed at the elder before him, serene and expressionless. Even Ye Ren felt a trace of dread.
For a moment, Ye Ren said nothing. The two faced each other from a distance, neither speaking first.
Then, suddenly, he noticed the Dark Red Scythe in the little Night Demon's hand.
"You!!"
One glance at that scythe drained all color from Ye Ren's face.
He knew better than anyone what this Dark Red Scythe meant.
After all, the king of the Night Devil Race wielded a dark red scythe.
Ordinary members of the Night Devil Race had pitch-black scythes.
The greater their talent, the deeper the color of their scythes.
Dark red meant possessing the potential of a Saint. Barring any unforeseen accidents, its wielder would absolutely reach the pinnacle of Sainthood in the future.
The current Night Demon King, for instance, had already reached the Half-Saint level, but unfortunately, he had mysteriously disappeared within the past month.
Seeing another wielder of a Dark Red Scythe appear, Ye Ren could not help trembling.
His first impulse was to kneel. This was suppression that came from their bloodlines.
Even though he was the clan's only elder, this was no exaggeration.
Ye Ren's expression was extremely ugly. Having spent years in secluded cultivation, he truly had never noticed this little Night Demon's appearance. Yet it was precisely this little Night Demon's appearance that had completely disrupted his intended plans.
"Just who are you?"
Staring intently at the little Night Demon before him, he adjusted his breathing slightly, trying to settle his agitated mood.
The little Night Demon did not answer, but continued asking, "Elder, you killed them. Are you trying to kill me?"
Ye Ren