The Lord of Heaven frowned slightly. He asked the leader of Douyuan for some reason, so he couldn't help but hesitate.

"Ha... Zhang Ren, Zhang Ren, do you still look down on me?"

However, the young master of Douyuan smiled softly. He didn't say anything, but just sat on the stone bench and poured himself a glass of wine.

But the next moment, a terrifying phantom appeared behind him. An eight-armed demon god, each arm holding a terrifying immortal weapon, and the void was twisting, creating a terrifying sense of oppression.

Let the Lord of Heaven change his expression.

"I dare not! The young patriarch is so serious."

Zhang Ren spoke, looking a little humble.

"Tell me, what's the matter."

The latter spoke indifferently and asked like this.

"Young clan leader, the Demon World, I'm afraid of any changes."
Chapter completed!