“If this kind of thing came to Senior Li’s attention, wouldn’t you be in a lot of trouble?” Yang Kai smiled lightly.
“If you dare speak a word about this, I’ll teach you the meaning of dying without a burial,” Pan Lang coldly snorted. Seeing Yang Kai remain silent, he thought he was afraid of him and shook his head disdainfully, “Human, I also heard that Senior Li gave you a lot of Crystal Stones, hand them over now if you don’t want to suffer.”
Saying so, he stretched out his hand towards Yang Kai as if it was only natural.
Yang Kai gently nodded, slowly stood up, and said, “I understand, you’re really just here to cause trouble.”
“What about it?” Pan Lang sneered, “As a lowly human, what qualifications do you have to enjoy this treatment? I am Pan Lang, the future pillar of Demon God Citadel, only I should be able to enjoy such luxuries!”
“With just your pitiful strength?” Yang Kai shook his head before cracking his neck, “Alright, I haven’t gotten much exercise these past few months and it’s rare for someone to outright offer themselves up. I can’t very well disappoint your good intentions now can I?”
Pan Lang stared at Yang Kai with a stunned look and took a while to react, “Do you want to fight with us?”
Yang Kai nodded.
All of the Demon Race people seemed to have heard a hilarious joke and burst into laughter, Pan Lang even double over and pointed at Yang Kai’s while calling out to his followers, “Did you guys hear that? He actually wants to fight with us! A lowly human actually wants to fight against our noble Ancient Demon Clan, I really don’t know how someone so stupid managed to live until now!”
“Let me teach him lessons,” Behind Pan Lang, a burly Demon Race cultivator walked out and grinned fiercely, “Those from the Human Race have always been crazy and unable to recognize their own situation.”
“En, good, make sure it’s a lesson he never forgets!” Pan Lang sneered, his voice ice cold.
Although Senior Li’s attitude towards Yang Kai was quite generous, he was still nothing but a lowly human. Many of the Human Race Alchemists who had been here before had been taught harsh lessons by them and Senior Li had never spoken a word about it, as long as they weren’t killed it would be like nothing ever happened.
So, this time, these seven Demon Race cultivators were fearless, thinking that Yang Kai was the same as all the previous Human Race Alchemists.
The burly Demon Race cultivator pointed to Yang Kai before beckoning him with his finger and sneering, “I’ll let you make the first move!”
“Then you won’t be able to make one at all!” Yang Kai sneered.
As soon as his words fell, the stone room shook violently and before anyone could see what happened, the burly Demon Race cultivator was sent flying, quickly slamming into the stone wall several dozen meters away, creating a crater in it from which a number of large cracks extended as cracks appeared. The force of the rebound caused when this Demon Race cultivator hit the wall caused him to bounce off hard and hit the ground, rolling several times before finally coming to a stop.
The eyes of Pan Lang and the other Demon Race people shrank, their smiles all going stiff.
Turning back, they all began staring at Yang Kai with slightly solemn expressions.
The blow just how was not only fast but also powerful, almost on par with what their Demon Race cultivators could do.
“Seems you have a bit of skill,” Pan Lang muttered, somewhat shocked, looking over Yang Kai, not the slightest bit worried about his fallen companion, “No wonder you dare act so crazy.”
“En, good!” The others also nodded.
Yang Kai frowned as he stared towards the Demon Race cultivator who he had just sent flying.
He was quite clear about how much strength he had just used and had thought that this Demon Race cultivator would be instantly knocked unconscious, but Yang Kai found that this was not the case. The Demon Race cultivator that he had just beaten coughed a few times before staggering to his feet and although it was obvious he was in some pain, his predominant emotion right now seemed to be anger.
“How are you feeling?” Pan Lang asked.
The Demon Race cultivator traced the area he was struck a few times and quickly said, “A few broken ribs, but nothing serious!”
“If it’s nothing serious than continue, give him a bloody lesson, don’t let him look down on us!” Pan Lang snorted.
“That was my plan!” The Demon Race cultivator replied as his burly figure suddenly shot forward with incredible speed, instantly closing the distance between him and Yang Kai.
As his opponent approached, Yang Kai clearly saw that a number of dark lines suddenly appeared on his face, making him appear even more fierce and violent.
These lines were quite strange and appeared like snakes, climbing up his face. With the appearance of these black tattoos, the momentum of this Demon Race cultivator changed dramatically and his strength suddenly shot up.