The Demon Emperor's body was incredibly solid. It emanated a powerful imperial might and a terrifying Great Emperor's aura, each strand sufficient to crush all things in the world. This was the invincible one. Merely standing there, he made Chen Pingping and the others feel oppressed and suffocated. So powerful.
Yet Guang Xiaoyu claimed that the Demon Emperor before them was nothing but a wisp of Divine Soul. They were a bit bewildered, all turning their gazes toward Guang Xiaoyu.
Yu Changfeng asked, "How do you know?"
The familiarity in his heart grew stronger.
Guang Xiaoyu sheepishly replied, "Just guessing."
"I'm at the Quasi-Emperor Realm, and even I can't guess it. And you, a mere Saint Realm, can?"
"..."
Clearly, there was a significant problem with Guang Xiaoyu's identity and origins.
"Kid, we need to hurry! If the Demon Race outside gets suspicious and they all pour in here, we won't be able to hold them off!" Blackhead Duck shouted.
