Upon learning this news, Ethan Smith couldn't help but furrow his brows.
Demon race? This term hadn't been heard for a long time.
It seemed that since coming to Holy Region, Ethan Smith had never seen a demon race that had cultivated into human form again.
Ethan Smith was sitting in a teahouse, quietly listening to their discussions.
Since this incident happened, everyone's attention to Ethan Smith seemed to have diminished a lot, and the entire teahouse was almost all talking about this matter.
"The young man is not very old, it is said that he is only about three hundred years old, and he strikes with thunderous force, showing no mercy!"
"That's right, it's said that two sons of aristocratic families have already died at his hands!"
"Demon race, where on earth did this come from!"
"I heard that he has grown wings and can fly hundreds of stars with a single wave of his arm, his speed is extremely fast, and he's not afraid of several aristocratic families!"