He was indeed a rare and powerful figure, ranked on the Heavenly List.
Thus, he received an invitation to the grand assembly of the Demon Path's divine sects.
When mocking the Demon Lord earlier, he had been the most enthusiastic.
"You, want to kill me?"
Fang Yang's gaze was deep and distant as he glanced at the other, a cold aura enveloping him.
It made the Loose Cultivator shiver at the thought of the Demon Lord's terrifying legends, nearly fainting.
But he could only force a smile in response.
"Demon... Lord, I meant no such thing. It was just a joke, that's all."
"Is that so? Then let me also make a joke. Within three days, I will annihilate everyone related to you, to bring your family together. How do you like that joke? Cough cough!"
Fang Yang's face was pale as he coughed lightly, his voice utterly calm, but it caused the Loose Cultivator to abruptly look up.
Staring intently at Fang Yang.
Watching that indifferent figure.
