At this, the White-Feather Demon Emperor suddenly laughed. "If I dared go find him, what would I want with you?"
It said this without the slightest burden. To fear Nie Jun was nothing shameful.
"Your affairs are none of my concern." Zhang Mingyang turned slightly aside. "If there's nothing else to say, then This Seat will be going."
"Tch."
The White-Feather Demon Emperor shook its head and sighed. "Poor my brother the bull — first hunted, forced to hide east and dodge west, then losing his wife and son, and now even his subordinates have become another's mouthful of food. If this emperor doesn't win back some face for the Thousand Demon Den, there'll truly be no accounting for it once I return."
As the words fell, the wild-boar demon had already walked up behind the two. It hoisted the disciple up with an idle hand. An extreme-peak demon king ought not to have seized an upper-tier Mixed Origin Grandmaster so easily. Yet the disciple dared not resist, only staring in terror at his uncle-master. To live now, his one hope was for the other to act.
"..."
Zhang Mingyang moved his gaze away, his expression unruffled.
The white crane stared idly at him, and after a long while sighed with feeling. "As I recall, the last generation of Xuanguang Cave wasn't like this. How is it that by your generation, you leave this emperor without the least bit of interest?"
"Where are their people, then? Could it be they're busy figuring out how to replace Wutong Mountain?"
Zhang Mingyang gazed at the ground and said softly, "Were they here today, would you still be so at your leisure?"
"I hadn't expected you could still throw a line back at this emperor. Commendable courage, I'll grant..."
The White-Feather Demon Emperor, far from angered, actually praised him a word. Just then, it suddenly stepped back half a pace.
The ever-so-obediently-standing Zhang Mingyang — savagery abruptly surged in his eyes, and from within his broad sleeves burst a violent sword intent!
Nine small swords in all welled out in an instant, shooting…