"Demon Emperor?"
Zhou Heng firmly grasped the seven inches of the White Snake, his eyes looking to the white-haired man not far ahead, and chuckled, "Heaven's road you do not take, hell's gate comes unbidden to your fate?"
"Human, you are very bold." The Demon Emperor's expression was still ice-cold, his chin lifted slightly as he indifferently said, "You claim to be that woman surnamed Cheng's martial uncle, which means, you have a sect?"
"Of course." Zhou Heng smiled, and at the same time, his eyes narrowed slightly, "So it was just an illusion. Here I thought you had the guts to come before me in person."
"What, an illusion??" The White Snake's spirits deflated immediately upon hearing this, its body sagging, as it had thought the Demon Emperor himself had come to its rescue.
It was just an illusion after all.