Inside that tavern at Heavenly Mandate City, Mei Ting was still sitting there quietly, drinking.
But what had just taken place also appeared in his divine consciousness.
No wonder he was the one who possessed the noblest bloodline in the Devil World. A natural-born demon Lord, who could conquer everything in this world. If he grew up in the Devil World, perhaps he would have been stronger still.
Yu Sheng stood in the battlefield high above the sky; his dark demonic eyes swept toward the cultivators from Holy Land of Taichu. He declared with the most domineering attitude that even those from the holy land of Divine Prefecture were not invincible. They could still be crushed by the strongest of them all.
"Next."
Yu Sheng spoke. His voice was incredibly domineering and full of contempt. It was as if, in his eyes, he had never taken the cultivators of the Holy Land of Taichu into consideration. To him, they were just the "next ones."
