"Daoist Ye," Bai Hong's eyes narrowed slightly with a cold light flashing through them, and he regarded Ye Xuan with extreme disdain. "Do you really think that with the Witch Clan's Divine Artifact in your possession, you can guarantee victory over us?"
It wasn't surprising that Bai Hong found this laughable, given that Ye Xuan's words were too arrogant. After all, Huaguo Mountain had millions of demon soldiers and seventy-two Demon Kings. Unless the Heavenly Court dispatched a Daluo Golden Immortal, the thought of forcing their allegiance was an utter joke.
Unfortunately for the Demon Kings, who sneered and looked down on him, Ye Xuan was utterly unmoved. Since he intended to subjugate Huaguo Mountain, he naturally had some level of confidence.