'This person… is an Immortal Core Demon!?'
What chilled Cyan Yang Immortal Monarch to the bone, however, was that despite Lü Yang saying such a thing, the Perfected Lords of the Outer Dao Alliance showed no reaction whatsoever.
'...This is bad!'
Cyan Yang Immortal Monarch's blood ran cold. His gaze toward Lü Yang was filled with terror. After all, Lü Yang had revealed such a massive secret to him—it was a clear attempt to force his hand!
His heart pounded even harder when he saw that the doors to the grand hall were sealed shut. 'If I don't agree, will these wretched Outer Dao practitioners immediately gang up and take me down? He made a fortune off the Wuyou Talisman. Against his financial resources, I don't stand a chance.'
'I've boarded a pirate ship, and there's no getting off... How bitter!'
The very next second, however, Lü Yang broke into a smile. "Alright, alright, everyone relax. Let's not scare our guest of honor. We're here to make money."
