C1292 Warfare

Little Roc King suppressed his demonic qi, causing the ground beneath his feet to shatter layer after layer.

"Is this how the human race treats their guests?"

The cold voice of the great roc demon saint resounded in the air.

"He's just a member of the Junior generation. Fellow Daoist, why do you have to mind it so much?"

Ling Chen suddenly said, his eyes showing a hint of displeasure