At Su Changqing's casual question.
The Two-Horned Demon King lying on the ground showed not the slightest fear.
"Pah!"
The Two-Horned Demon King opened his fang-filled maw and spat a mouthful of foul black blood at Su Changqing.
Su Changqing did not even dodge. An invisible barrier of pure energy naturally appeared before him, stopping the black blood three feet away and turning it into a wisp of smoke.
"Trying to pry information out of me?"
The Two-Horned Demon King burst into unrestrained laughter, the sound as harsh and grating as fingernails scraping rusty iron.
"You two-legged sheep of the Great Thousand World really think winning one little battle today means you can halt my Saint Clan's advance?"
He glared with blood-red eyes, forcing his battered body to hold up. Even with his neck bones locked in place, he held his head high.
"How could lowly creatures like you fathom my Saint Clan's reserves?"
"Kill me! If I so much as furrow my brow, I don't deserve to be a king of the Saint Clan!"
"Even if I die, it won't be long before the Saint Clan's iron hooves trample your wretched wall flat and grind up every last one of your bones to feed our demonic hounds!"
Faced with these vicious curses, Xiao Yan snorted beside him and slightly raised the Heavy Xuan Ruler in his hand. A multicolored flame danced along its edge as he prepared to put this stubborn creature out of his misery.
"Brother Xiao, wait."
Su Changqing raised a hand to stop Xiao Yan.
He looked at the Two-Horned Demon King's defiant, death-defying bearing without the slightest ripple in his expression.
He knew the Outer Realm Evil Clan all too well.
From the moment this race was born, destruction and madness were carved into its