"A snotty brat still wet behind the ears dares to show up here, truly ignorant of life and death."
The hemp-robed old man looked at the suddenly appearing Ye Xuan, who had shattered the skeletal fist print, and a hint of viciousness flashed through his sunken pupils as well.
The blood-robed middle-aged man and those in black robes also turned to look at Ye Xuan in unison. Upon seeing that the latter was just a young man, sneers of mockery flitted across their eyes as if they were looking at a pitiful mouse.
"Black Demon Sect's Eight Demon Generals, may I know which one Your Excellency might be?"
Ye Xuan looked calm and unafraid; on the contrary, his demeanor was exceptionally steady. He had seen all kinds of situations; a mere Demon General from the Black Demon Sect was not enough to intimidate him.
Sometimes, having enough trump cards on yourself meant you could remain calm, even when facing the most ferocious of enemies.