"Presumptuous brat!"
Color drained from the face of the Rakshasa Sect's Grandmaster of Martial Arts in the Innate Realm, his temperament exceptionally volatile due to his cultivation technique. He was ready to strike down Gu Chen on the spot.
At that moment, the Grandmaster from the Sky Evil Sect smirked coldly, stopping him and said, "He's just a junior after all. Isn't it below our dignity if both of us personally take action to kill him?"
He stood aloft in the sky, his gaze shifting to Gu Chen below, and spoke condescendingly, "I didn't expect you to actually dare to come here alone. Are you that eager to court death?"
"To slay you inhuman beasts, there is no need for others to act. I alone am sufficient," Gu Chen said coldly.
His eyes swept across the area, the crowd shrouded in black mist; the faces of dozens of demonic cult martial artists were ferocious as they watched him, but the number who had fused with demons was not large—a small percentage overall.