Qingyun ignored everyone, staring intently at Xiang Shan. His gaze was as sharp as a knife, his aura terrifying.
"All demons are equal. Purebloods are not nobler than Foreign Demons, and Foreign Demons… are certainly not nobler than Purebloods! You harmed someone without cause, so you are at fault. Even if you gave me a hundred or a thousand more chances, my answer would remain the same!"
Qingyun's aura was formidable, like an endless ocean sending towering waves crashing toward Xiang Shan.
Xiang Shan's face paled slightly, but his gaze remained unwaveringly firm, meeting Qingyun's stare without flinching.
The atmosphere instantly grew incredibly tense.
The other demons held their breath, swallowing nervously as their own auras flickered unstably. They were all extremely tense and apprehensive. Qingyun's ferocity was overwhelming; if a fight truly broke out, they all feared they would die. They could only wonder if the experts from the three great families could arrive in time.
