Wu Tian's words dripped with domineering arrogance. This group of so-called heroes, the Immortal Seekers, seemed unworthy of even entering his sight.
"A demon? A demon? What a 'demon'!" Zhao Tianxia roared with laughter, his anger reaching its absolute peak. Whenever he called his enemies demons, they would fly into a rage, whether they were one or not! Yet this Wu Tian accepted the title with utter indifference. How could calling him a demon have no effect on him at all? How was this possible?
"Weileng, you have been deluded, but I trust your eyes still work. Now, watch closely! Witness my skills, which will shake the heavens and make gods and ghosts weep!" He descended the high platform step by step until he finally stood before Wu Tian.
