"Are you sure about this?" The ox demon discarded the honorifics as he asked through gritted teeth. No matter how strong he was among the 9th-rank Saints. He was just like a bug in the eyes of a Nascent God Realm expert! He was unable to do anything but swallow this shame.
Aren smiled coldly in response as he pointed at the ox demon. "You don't know what kind of person you are messing with, but on account of Demon Lord Zorzoch, I'll give you one last chance to scram!"
The ox demon's face fell at the clear disregard of Aren. The man wasn't even placing him in his sights! He gnashed his teeth in anger and glared at the humans behind Aren as he spoke. "You won't be lucky next time."
After saying those words, he then turn around and said to his subordinates. "Let's go. We will report this to Demon Lord Zorzoch!"
