Liu Xing chuckled wryly, looking at Lu Yang and the Demon Emperor Zhu Tian, feeling that he had unintentionally stumbled upon a very serious matter.
That was the Demon Emperor Zhu Tian, the lord of hundreds of millions of the Demon Race. Although he himself was an Integration Period Cultivator, standing before the Demon Emperor, he was as insignificant as an ant, easily crushed at will.
"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first," Liu Xing said with a compensatory smile, backing out of the room.
"Stop," the Demon Emperor Zhu Tian spoke indifferently, activating the Survival Of The Fittest Dao Fruit Outline and leaving a branding on Liu Xing's Lingtai.
"You must not mention our meeting to anyone."
Liu Xing's eyes were vacant, and he monotonously responded with a "Yes," walking out of the inn and regaining his senses.
