At the sound of Si Mobai's cold voice, Deng Hu could not help but tremble. When he spoke, it was with a dry smile on his face, "I only wanted to be given an account of what happened to my dear disciple, why would I want to kill the Demon King?"
Demon King was the master of the Bailan Alliance, naturally, he could not offend him. He had to be as polite and cordial as he could.
"Yesterday, Shen Yunya died in front of me, and now you want the Emperor to hand over everyone involved. Doesn't that mean you want to kill me?" Si Mobai lifted his eyes slowly, his peach blossom eyes icy cold. He did not care to give Deng Hu any face.
As far as Si Mobai was concerned, he only needed to give face to Lan'er. As for the rest, there was no need for that.
Hearing these words, Deng Hu's face changed. He felt rather awkward and spoke with a dry laugh, "The Demon King did not know my beloved disciple, so it is understandable that you stood by the side and did not help..."
