Even the tallest of the surrounding peaks only reached halfway up Supreme Demon Peak.
This made Supreme Demon Peak's unique standing among the mountains all the more apparent.
Supreme Demon Peak was like an emperor, accepting the prostrations and worship of the surrounding mountains.
To Huang Xiao, Supreme Demon Peak was like Mount Tai in the Central Plains.
There were many peaks taller and larger than Mount Tai, but none shared its standing.
That was precisely why the people of the Demon Hall had named this mountain "Supreme Demon Peak," signifying its supreme, unsurpassed status.
It was much like the names of the Demon Hall's Supreme Demonic Art, Supreme Demon Wall, and so on.
The mountain wind was biting, howling as it blew.
Clouds and mist wreathed the surroundings, and even such fierce mountain winds could not disperse them.
Only occasionally did the wind scatter a portion, allowing faint glimpses of the peaks below.
But in the blink of an eye, the churning mist would cover the opening again.
The summit of Supreme Demon Peak, by contrast, was open and spacious, a stretch of level rock.
Only a few tenacious pine trees had taken root in the cracks between the rocks; other trees could scarcely grow there.
"Pang Ji certainly puts on airs," Huo Lian said flatly.
Generally speaking, the most important people made their appearances last.
Whether Pang Ji had done it deliberately or not, he had kept Huo Lian waiting here, which amounted to a small humiliation for an expert.
No one dared respond to Huo Lian's remark.
The Demon Hall experts around them could only pretend they had not heard.
After sweeping a cold glance over those around him, Huo Lian said nothing more. He found a rock to one side and sat down cross-legged.
Huang Xiao