With a slight shake of his hand, a grand sword intent erupted from the Kunlun Immortal Sword, shattering the figure of the Bull Demon King into fragments that dissipated into specks of light.
"Who is it?"
Turning his head to the void at his side, Jiang Chen asked coldly.
As his words fell, the void in front of him began to wobble like the surface of water, creating little ripples. Among these ripples, a tall figure emerged, supporting the injured Bull Demon King.
"This Peng Demon King greets fellow Daoist!" The demon, known as the Peng Demon King, sheltered the Bull Demon King behind him and spoke to Jiang Chen.
"Peng Demon King? Interesting." Upon seeing the Peng Demon King, a thoughtful smile appeared on Jiang Chen's face.
The Peng Demon King was no ordinary demon. Jiang Chen sensed a familiar aura from him, an aura unique to the ancient demon clan.
