"Third brother, you better leave now, they will never spare me."
Bai Hong's eyes were filled with tears, for he knew that his death was certain today. Although Ao Qing was willing to protect him, facing Ye Xuan and the eight Great Demon Kings meant a certain-death situation.
"There is no one in this world who can wrong me, no one who can defy my will."
"Ao Qing, take a look at who this is?"
Ye Xuan brushed his hand through the void, and ripples blossomed in the air. A ragged old man with two horns on his head appeared next to Ye Xuan, bound tightly by Immortal Iron Chains. At this moment, he looked around blankly.
"Father... King?"
When the South Sea Dragon King appeared before Ao Qing's eyes, he froze in place, completely unable to understand how his father, who should have been on Purple Dragon Peak, protected by the Huntian Great Formation he laid himself to prevent Ye Xuan from using the South Sea Dragon King to threaten him, was now beside Ye Xuan.