The crowd was bustling, dense with cultivators, possibly not less than a thousand people.
These were all experts of the Xiang Family, who had already surrounded the Roc King, Granny Fengh Li, Lin Feng, and Jin Shengyuan.
"We've been waiting here for a long time."
A cold voice echoed, and Xiang Hongtu stepped out, his sinister gaze sweeping over the four. When he saw the Roc King, he appeared quite surprised, "Your Tao Injury clearly relapsed, how did you suppress it again?"
"I have my own ways."
The Roc King's expression was indifferent.
"So you are the Roc King, the young Supreme of the Demon Clan in the past, yet now you will fall at the hands of our Xiang Family."
Another cold voice sounded as a white-haired elderly man stepped out.
This old man looked coldly at the Roc King, with murderous intent in his eyes.
This old man was named Xiang Mu, also an ancestor-level figure in the Xiang Family.
