Seeing the middle-aged man blocking the way, Wang Yan's face showed no expression. He raised a finger and pointed at him, saying, "All right then, just need a dog to lead the way, it will be you."
Hearing Wang Yan's words, the middle-aged man was so angry that his cheeks puffed out, and his face showed a look of fury: "Boy, even if you now present me the map, I will cut your flesh piece by piece, making you wish you were dead."
At this moment, Wang Yan's raised finger was still pointing at the middle-aged man, and he asked indifferently, "Do you disagree?"
"Disagree, you ghost, I want to kill you--"
The middle-aged man shouted, already extremely angry, considering himself a Demon Saint, yet being humiliated by a Demon Emperor in public.
And the dozen Demon Emperors following Wang Yan secretly sighed, lamenting: It is said Jia Mo is a fool; seeing it today, it's indeed true. To challenge a Demon Saint is truly courting death.
