"Demon Lord, I indeed found it familiar, but I can't recall where I heard it."
"Or perhaps, when I heard it back then, it was just that the name of the continent was similar to what you mentioned, not necessarily the Divine Battle Continent you're asking about!"
The old man looked distressed and said to Shi Feng.
Actually, even if the old man thought "Divine Battle Continent" sounded familiar earlier, he didn't plan to tell this God of Slaughter. The older one lives, the wiser one gets; he didn't want to cause trouble for himself.
Upon hearing the old man's words, Shi Feng coldly spoke again: "Think carefully, when and where did you hear of it?"
As Shi Feng spoke these words, the old man instantly felt a chilling coldness descend from the skies, enveloping him in an instant.
Making him feel as if he was plunged into an ice cellar, his aged body kneeling in the void trembled violently at this moment.
The old man quickly spoke, pleadingly to Shi Feng:
