Listening to Xu Muying's words, Wang Xiao felt a sense of absurdity. It was much like the moment in "Journey to the West" when the Prince Consort Nine-Headed Insect told the Catfish Spirit, "Go and eliminate the Tang Monk and his disciples."
Who was the Demon Lord?! He was one of the only two experts in the Celestial Human Realm in the world. He had lived for at least three hundred years—even longer than Nangong Shuang, the Sword Holder of Celestial Sword Mountain. His strength was likely far greater than that of an ordinary Celestial Being. Even though the two of them were already in the Half-Step Celestial Human Realm, wanting to eliminate the Demon Lord was still a fool's dream. It would be a blessing if the Demon Lord didn't come looking for trouble with them.
Seeing Wang Xiao's dazed look, Xu Muying suddenly smiled. "Hehe, monk, are you out of your mind? I was just joking around, yet you actually took it seriously. I'm very clever, so how could I actively seek death?
