"So, you must be Yun Tianhuang, the leader of the Eastern Desolate Demon Race?"
Lin Chang'sheng asked straight out.
After all, the guy was clearly here with bad intentions, full of killing intent, so Lin Chang'sheng didn't bother being polite.
Hearing this, Yun Tianhuang's brow twitched. This human was gutsy—he even dared to call him by his full name?
"You must have a death wish. I won't say it three times—hand over my daughter now!"
Yun Tianhuang's voice was low and menacing, as if he would attack the very next second if Lin Chang'sheng refused to hand over his daughter.
But Lin Chang'sheng didn't look scared at all. Instead, the corner of his mouth curled into a slight smirk.
Perfect opportunity to test his skills, see just how far his cultivation had come.
"And what if I don't?"
Lin Chang'sheng teased, taunting him.
