It raised its head, issuing a sinister grin, "You worthless cur, have you forgotten that I have a master?"
The moment the voice fell, the complexions of the six Sect Masters of Southern Hong changed in unison.
Suddenly, within the eyes of that group of Ten Thousand Demon Hall powerhouses, who showed no ripple of emotion even when faced by Immortals, surged an endless reverence.
Amidst the fluttering of dark golden robes, aside from Ke Shisan, the remaining four Hall Masters suddenly bowed deeply with all the demons.
Such synchronized and eerie movement—even the cultivators who had already submitted—lifted their heads in puzzlement.
There was no grandiose transformation.
Between the Azure Sky and the azure sea, there merely appeared an almost imperceptible distortion.
In the eyes of all beings between heaven and earth, a slender figure stood silently.
Before the respectful homage of the five Hall Masters, that person hovered in front of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall.
