Upon seeing the Third Hall Master about to strike and kill Wang Yan, all the Demon Cultivators on Mount Fuji, who had just calmed down from the shock, couldn't help but open their eyes wide in excitement.
Especially Blackfoot, the big fat man, and others, who all showed smiles on their faces.
Facing the existence of a true Demon Saint, they couldn't believe Wang Yan would dare to resist.
At this moment, Wang Yan lifted his face, glanced at the Third Hall Master in the sky, and said indifferently, "Before you kill me, I have something to ask."
The Third Hall Master snorted coldly and said, "I knew you'd have something to say. I'll only let you speak one sentence."
Wang Yan curled the corner of his mouth into a cold smile and asked, "In the last round of the ring battle, did I win?"
Upon hearing Wang Yan's question, the tens of thousands of Demon Cultivators at the top of Mount Fuji almost fell to the ground.
