"Yan Chixiao, what is the meaning of this?"
The Qilin King clearly knew Yan Chixiao, and questioned him coldly, his face looking somewhat grim.
"This Seat doesn't want to be an enemy of the Demon God Emperor Palace, but This Seat takes a liking to this youngster, and must take him away."
The tone of Yan Chixiao was calm and unhurried, but it carried a domineering aura that didn't tolerate any resistance, and the pressure of the strong one was revealed in between the lines.
"So, are you representing yourself?"
The Qilin King looked at Yan Chixiao, a hint of seriousness rising in the depths of his eyes.
Although he was in the late stage of the Emperor Realm, with his strength, he didn't fear another in the same stage. But Yan Chixiao was a Supreme Emperor, whose strength was far above his own.
"This Seat represents both myself and the Huashen Sect,"
