章節 1690: The Thousand Transformations Immortal Sect Today

Qin Wentian stared at the air as he coldly spoke, "Which vile creature dares to speak before this king?"

The aura in the void churned wildly but no demonic beast replied. A moment later, numerous demon beasts descended from the skies, each from different factions. These demonic races were the strongest among their kind, exuding an overwhelming pressure. Naturally, there were also some demons who caused the crowd to stare at them in admiration. An example was the Nine-tailed Demon Fox Race. They were all in human-form and were exceedingly beautiful. This was especially so for the fox goddess, her beautiful aura and bearing was so intense that no other demons could match.

"Phoeroc Race, Sun Gold Beast Race. Seems like you guys treated my words like thin air." Qin Wentian coldly spoke. Even now, Little Rascal had yet to appear.