What he found even more unacceptable was that Song Wanning was actually using him for practice!!!
'This is beyond humiliating!'
The Demon Lord's expression was numb. He was so furious he had gone blank, and a deep sense of powerlessness washed over him.
That little bastard Mo Yuan was helping an outsider against him, turning what should have been a certain victory into this pathetic state.
And yet, there was nothing he could do.
The Demon Lord gritted his teeth, his gaze meeting Song Wanning's from afar, his eyes filled with an unstoppable will.
He suddenly spoke up. "Mo Yuan, why don't we have a proper talk!"
"As long as you help me ascend, I'll pass the position of Demon Lord on to you!"
As he spoke, he secretly gathered his power, ready to strike again at any moment.
From his concealed position, Mo Yuan had been following Song Wanning's instructions, never showing himself to the Demon Lord. Hearing his words now, he rolled his eyes, speechless.
