The Devil Lord stood abruptly when he heard these sounds. But once he stood up, things in front of him were swaying and there was a buzz in his ears. His vision was also a little blurred. Someone appeared in front of him seemingly wielding a knife. By instinct, he flipped his palm and attacked the person.
"Bang!"
"Puff!"
"Ma, Master…"
The devilry cultivator was shot to the ground by the slap. He felt his breastbone was smashed to pieces, his internal organs injured, and blood pooled inside his mouth. He seemed to want to say something, but until the end, he had to swallow his unwillingness and say nothing.
The devilry cultivator's voice made the Devil Lord sober. He was greatly shocked, but after steadying his mind and having a look, he knew that the man he shot flying was the devilry cultivator next to him who helped him cut the meat and scoop the wine!
