"If one day I stand in your way, will you choose to kill me?"
Shifeng looked at Huaikong's sharp gaze and smiled awkwardly.
He couldn't help but ask himself the same question in his heart.
Will I?
The answer is, of course, yes.
However, the issue now is not whether or not, but whether I dare to.
"Does this question have any meaning?" Shifeng countered.
After finishing his sentence, Shifeng also intended to leave.
But after taking just two steps, Shifeng suddenly halted, turned his back to Huaikong, and said, "You'd better first think about how to make these tens of millions of the Demon Race accept you willingly. You have the Immortal Sect's endorsement, which means no one will oppose you, but whether those demons with their own ideas will listen to you is another matter altogether."
With that, Shifeng mounted a Great Demon of the Wing Race and disappeared into the horizon.
Of course, Shifeng was not returning to his territory.
