The moment Lin Ming's voice rang out, the Golden Dragon King threw himself over the communicator.
He loudly joined the chorus!
"I've got your back too.
Fight, fight, fight! I'll kill, kill, kill! They're just trash from the Spirit Pagoda. Kill them and be done with it! Myriad Demon King, burst him into pulp for me! Kill everyone who dares provoke you too. Kill every last one of them."
The Myriad Demon King's ferocity now towered to the heavens. If he wanted to kill Qiangu Zhangting, it would be as easy as crushing an ant.
Yet at this life-or-death moment, he had actually made a call to ask the being on the other end whether he could kill him.
The scene was utterly absurd, yet every powerhouse in Eastsea City pricked up their ears, wanting to know just who could command the Myriad Demon King, a being with hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation.
And would he fear the Qiangu Clan and make the Myriad Demon King spare the man?
But when they heard the clear voice over the speaker, everyone sucked in a cold breath. The arrogance on Qiangu Zhangting's face turned into utter astonishment and disbelief.
Qiangu Dongfang's entire body jolted. He could not believe the other party actually dared make such a decision.
"Impossible! You would never dare kill me.
My grandfather is Qiangu Dongfeng. He's a Demigod!
My forebear is Qiangu Dieting. He's a Quasi-God! You didn't know who I was before, so offending me was excusable.
But now that you know who I am, you still dare-"
The Myriad Demon King paid no attention to Qiangu Zhangting's racket. After Lin Ming said those words, he felt that following Lin Ming might not be so bad after all.
If he called the Silver Dragon