The Demon God Sect's Main Hall.
The Demon God could not help giving Zuo Qiu Yi a few more looks. He believed that Old Fools like himself must all have heard of the Slaughter Evil Lord's great name. After all, Zuo Qiu Yi was currently the only member of the younger generation who could make them see him in a different light.
He had not expected Xuan Yuanjun's undertaking to go quite so smoothly.
To be honest, he had been somewhat worried about it at first.
He had worried that Zuo Qiu Yi might not be at the Blood God Sect, or that Xuan Yuanjun might be unable to break through the Longevity Daoist's formation.
For a while, there had been no news of Xuan Yuanjun at all, and that had instead put his mind at ease.
If something really had happened to Xuan Yuanjun, it would have been because the Longevity Daoist had returned and trapped him at the Blood God Sect. If the two had fought, there would have been some major disturbance no matter what.
Yet the Demon God Sect had received no news of that sort.
Thus, he felt that Xuan Yuanjun had most likely succeeded.
If he had not, there would have been no need for Xuan Yuanjun to disappear for so long. He should have contacted him long ago.
"Impressive indeed. I wonder how the Longevity Daoist's Ruthlessness Dao compares to yours," the Demon God said.
He did acknowledge Zuo Qiu Yi's strength.
"You would have to ask him that," Zuo Qiu Yi said flatly.
"Hmm?" The Demon God was somewhat surprised by Zuo Qiu Yi's answer.
In his view, since Zuo Qiu Yi and the Longevity Daoist both cultivated the Ruthlessness Dao, Zuo Qiu Yi ought to know a fair amount about him.