The Demon God Sect's sect master brought Xun Wuying outside the Demon God's secret chamber, where he heard a voice from within telling Xun Wuying to enter.
Since the Ancestor had not summoned him, he could only wait outside.
He looked at Xun Wuying, wondering whether this Old Fools would shrink back at the last moment, not daring to enter the Ancestor's secret chamber.
Unfortunately, even if he had such thoughts now, it was too late.
Here, his life and death rested on a single thought from the Ancestor.
Under the Demon God Sect's sect master's gaze, Xun Wuying walked straight into the secret chamber.
In the center of the chamber sat a burly man with the appearance of a powerfully built middle-aged man, his legs crossed. His complexion was dark, and a savage aura radiated from him.
A saber hovered beside him-the Supreme Demon Saber. Various Different Flames rose beneath it, tempering the saber.
The instant Xun Wuying entered, the Demon God's closed eyes snapped open.
"You're not Xun Wuying," the Demon God said, staring at the newcomer.
"I really couldn't hide it from you." Xun Wuying's face shifted, and his build changed as well.
When the newcomer revealed his true appearance, the Demon God sprang to his feet, seized the Supreme Demon Saber beside him, and held it across his chest, as though facing a formidable enemy.
"Is this how you treat a guest?"
"Xuan Yuanjun, you old bastard, you've got some nerve coming into my territory. You must be tired of living!" the Demon God shouted.
He felt somewhat embarrassed. He had instinctively gone on guard just now; Xuan Yuanjun's strength had simply left too deep an impression.
He had fought against him for so many years, and in all honesty, he had always been at a