Facing the sarcasm of Erlang God Yang Jian, Demon King Han Ziyue just slightly curved his lips upward and then directly rebutted, "Is conjecture without any factual basis also a skill of your Divine Race? Hm?"
Upon this remark from Demon King Han Ziyue, Erlang God Yang Jian immediately furrowed his brows, his gaze sharp as he stared at the Demon King, who stood with his hands behind his back and looked disdainfully upon the world. He then pressed on with his inquiry, "What exactly do you mean by that?"
Even though Erlang God Yang Jian felt that the Master of the Demons was naturally cunning, and his words couldn't be trusted, for some reason, he found himself inexplicably affected by the presence of the Demon King before him.
He subconsciously felt that this Master of the Demons shouldn't be the type to commit deeds he wouldn't acknowledge.
