On the second floor, in the private room of the Demondawn Palace, Demon Son Er Qi stood up with a faint smile.
"Uncle You, let's go. We have to send Chu Feng off."
"Our Demondawn Palace doesn't want much from him. We must take back the body of that peerless expert from the Progenitor Demon Race."
"Of course, if there's a chance… we can also compete for that eighth-grade Spiritual Abode. Just be careful of those guys from the Human Imperial Palace."
Behind him, the middle-aged man in the shadows grinned, revealing two sinister and terrifying fangs.
"Your Highness, don't worry. That Third Palace Master of the Human Imperial Palace is not my match…"
On the other side, in the private room of the Human Imperial Palace, Huangpu You suddenly stood up and chuckled.
"Chu Feng! To think that you would have such a day!"
In front of him, the burly figure of the golden-robed man slowly stood up with a faint smile.
