Because Xia Liu did not respond.
Ridiculing voices echoed all around.
"Hmph, now that the War God has become a seventh-rank Demon Lord, if no eighth-rank Demon Lord cultivator dares to appear, then surely they have something wrong with their mind."
"You actually mentioned having a mind? Anyone who dares to offend the War God Zhutian wouldn't have such a thing as a mind, right?"
"Haha! That's right! If that guy had a mind, how could he end up with this death duel today?"
...
"Hehe! These people are the ones truly mindless!"
Hearing the many cultivators below discussing Xia Liu.
Lan Lianxue couldn't help but sneer.
Who is Xia Liu?
Even the Demon Beast Emperor with near-god powers fears him not.
Zhutian is merely at a seventh-rank Demon Lord realm.
Normally, he wouldn't even have the qualification to challenge Xia Liu.
Just a mere clown.
"Xue'er, do you know this Xia Liu?"
King Lan asked with confusion.
