Upon hearing Chen Nan's words, the Six Great Demon Kings couldn't believe their ears. Except for the black and white pieces whose eyeballs were darting back and forth, Qing Yi scholar Yuan Hui and the other Six Demon Kings were all staring at Chen Nan in shock.
Besides the Six Great Demon Kings, the purple-robed youth standing at a distance on the cliff of the Ten Thousand Corpses Cave also looked at Chen Nan, and his previously calm gaze finally showed a change.
It's like a lion looking at a rabbit that dares to provoke it; the purple-robed youth's eyes were filled with disdain and contemplation.
"Brother Chen, don't be impulsive, he is from the sacred demon race, the Taowu Clan, and he's almost mature. He's much more terrifying than us old demons who have cultivated for thousands of years. Your strength is formidable, but you cannot afford to provoke him."
Qing Yi scholar Yuan Hui tried to stop Chen Nan.
