Listening to Xu Muying, Wang Xiao felt a sense of absurdity. It was like a scene from *Journey to the West*, where the Nine-Headed Insect Prince Consort tells the Catfish Spirit, "Go and get rid of Tang Monk and his disciples."
Just who was the Demon Lord?!
One of only two Celestial Beings in the world.
He had lived for at least three hundred years.
He had lived even longer than Nangong Shuang, the Sword Holder of Celestial Sword Mountain.
His power was probably even greater than that of an ordinary Celestial Being.
Even though they were both already in the Half-Step Celestial Human Realm, trying to eliminate the Demon Lord was still pure fantasy.
It was already a blessing that the Demon Lord hadn't come looking for trouble with them.
Seeing Wang Xiao's stunned expression, Xu Muying suddenly smiled:
"Hehe, Monk. Boggled your mind, didn't I? I was just joking around, you didn't actually take me seriously, did you? I'm far too clever to volunteer for a suicide mission."
