Jiang Fan, calm and unafraid, stepped in and separated the Nine Nether Demon Venerable and Venerable Nameless.
"You two seniors can rest easy; he's the last person you need to worry about."
As for who most wanted Jiang Fan dead, that was actually hard to say.
The ones who wanted him dead could probably line up from Central Earth all the way to Outer Heaven.
But if it was about who least wanted him to die—
The Great Dream Demon Venerable was definitely near the top of that list.
Because once Jiang Fan died, his precious son, trapped inside the Tai Chu Prison Sky Gourd, might never see the sun again.
Jiang Fan looked at the Great Dream Demon Venerable and smiled:
"Relax, your son is doing very well."
"Right now, if he wants safety, he's got safety; if he wants freedom, he's got safety; if he wants enjoyment, he's got safety."
"In short, nothing to worry about."
The Great Dream Demon Venerable was furious to the point of laughter—so all he's got left is safety, is that it?
