The First Demon King flashed Zhang Fengxi an unknown smile. He raised his chin arrogantly as he looked down at Zhang Fengxi.
"Brat, you don't even qualify to talk to me. What are you, a lowly soldier in the Heavenly Realm?"
But then his eyes wandered to the spear that Zhang Fengxi clutched in one hand. The famous spear that shook the three realms in the hands of its former owner, the God of War and Destruction. It was also the spear that motivated the Fourth Demon King to steal the Dark Moon Throne.
The First Demon King curled up his lips in a mocking sneer.
"So you are the other daredevil who incited the Fourth Demon King against me. Heheh... I still need to repay the favor from last time."
Zhang Fengxi also sneered in return.
"How touching. I never knew that you cared about the other demon kings so much."
