Slaying the Black Demon left Long Ao's expression grim.
Regardless of whether the Black Demon's words were true, Long Ao knew the enmity between him, the Imperial City, and the Third Level Long Family had become a matter of life and death.
As for the Netherworld Mansion, since he had already offended the Imperial City and the Third Level Long Family, making an enemy of one more faction didn't seem to matter.
With a helpless shrug, Long Ao said coldly, "Evil Demon, you keep haunting me like a lingering ghost. What is it you want?"
Just then, Long Jing's figure suddenly appeared. However, Long Ao knew with absolute certainty that the person standing before him was not the real Long Jing, but simply the Evil Demon.
"Hehehe, boy, with the Fire Qilin protecting the Long Family, I couldn't touch you. But now that you've left, do you really think you can escape my grasp?"
"You can try."
Hearing this, the Evil Demon's expression instantly tightened.
