"It really has to be him!"
"At this moment, he can still say such things?"
"Standing before the Demon Lord and speaking like this, isn't he afraid of being killed straight away?"
The originally silent crowd couldn't help but whisper among themselves. In a time like this, to still come up with cheeky remarks—apart from Zhang Menglong, no one else in the world could manage it.
Everyone was ready for Zhang Menglong to be slapped to death by the Demon Lord, yet this scene didn't unfold. The Demon Lord looked at Zhang Menglong with an increasingly complex expression, as he truly couldn't comprehend where Zhang Menglong got the courage to speak so boldly.
"Are you going to send me back?" the Demon Lord chuckled.
"Yes," Zhang Menglong glanced at the time, "You have 1 minute and 28 seconds left to take in this world; I'm afraid you might not be able to see it anymore afterwards."
