"This seat?"
Liang Hui's eyes lifted slightly, and beneath the mask, his face wore a playful smile.
"You think you're worthy?"
Within the Demon Cloud, silence fell instantaneously, leaving only those three words echoing across the sky, lingering for a long time.
"Ha ha!"
The middle-aged man laughed in rage, and a golden thunder seemed to flash across the vertical eye between his eyebrows. Anyone familiar with the Demon could tell, it was the harbinger of his fury.
"I am Hei Xingteng; whether I'm worthy or not, you're welcome to try me!"
After a cold laugh, Hei Xingteng stepped down from the chariot and walked out of the Demon Cloud, gazing coldly at Liang Hui.
He was a naturally different species with formidable strength, and even among the Demon Tribe, he had a grand reputation.
Over the years, as one after another powerful demon perished, his stature within the Demon Tribe rose ever higher.
