He didn't want to waste time arguing with Ji Fengming at this moment, but there was nothing he could do; it was a habit the two of them had developed over a long period of time.

Once one person speaks first, the other will absolutely not be able to resist talking back.

"Come on, bite me! Let's see if my fist is harder or your teeth are harder. I'm a fully grown man now, while you're only a minor sixth-level cultivator. I can crush you to the ground with just one finger, and you won't even be able to get up," Ji Fengming said smugly, hands on his hips, chuckling wickedly.

"What do you mean, Rank 6? I'm Rank 7 now! My talent skills are awesome! I can make you dizzy and want to throw up, believe it or not!" Ghost Face continued his verbal attack without admitting defeat, delivering a perfect score in output!

"I'd be a fool to believe you. All you do is brag. You're the best at running away. I'm talking about you, you little sixth-level ninja." Ji Fengming laughed in a roguish and cheeky way.

"Who the hell is sixth rank? Everyone says I'm seventh rank..."

"You're only at the sixth rank!"

"Are you blind? I'm a seventh-tier cultivator!"

"Sixth rank!"

"Seventh rank..."

The fight between the man and the beast quickly escalated to a fever pitch, prompting both Shang Xiye and Hei Xiao to sigh in disbelief.

These two will keep fighting until they're both exhausted, and no one can stop them.

The handsome young man opposite: "..."

Is this dog crazy? One second it was seriously running for its life, and the next second it completely ignored him.

He is the Demon Lord, and even losing a single finger can cause a dramatic change in the world and shock both realms. Can these two still manage?

The handsome young man was very angry; he felt the consequences would be severe!

Sensing the surging demonic energy and killing intent emanating from the handsome young man, Ji Fengming glanced at Hei Xiao beside him and said, "Xiao Chen, you and your brother-in-law are leaving that big worm behind. I must beat this dog today!"

"Who can you beat? If I gave you an earthworm, could you not beat it?" Ghost Face grinned, his fighting power off the charts.

"Let's go, let's go to the side and settle this one-on-one. Whoever backs down first is a coward," Ji Fengming pointed behind him, making room for Shang Xiye and Hei Xiao.

Ghost Face also stole a glance at Shang Xiye. Seeing his calm and confident expression, he didn't understand where his confidence came from. But based on his understanding of his master, his master probably didn't want to commit suicide. So he left with Ji Fengming, cursing under his breath: "Let's go then. Who's afraid of who? If I back down, you're my grandson!"

"Who are you talking about, grandson!"

"Who are you calling a grandson!"

As the voices of the man and the beast gradually faded into the distance, Shang Xiye, Hei Xiao, and the handsome young man all breathed a sigh of relief.

These two are just unbelievable; they can drive you crazy in a matter of minutes. I don't understand what they get out of making such a racket every time.

What puzzled the handsome young man even more was:

Shang Xiye is only at the Nascent Soul stage, while Hei Xiao is at the mid-stage of the Great Completion stage. Where did he get the confidence to make a move?

"Since you are determined to die, I will grant your wish. Anyway, you can't escape today." The handsome young man said, stretching out his hands and grasping at the air. Two large hands formed from demonic energy rushed forward and grasped Shang Xiye and Hei Xiao.

Shang Xiye and Hei Xiao remained motionless, and even started chatting:

Black Owl said coldly and disdainfully, "Even a dignified Demon Lord talks too much when fighting. These demons are truly disappointing."

Shang Xiye replied calmly, "They're uncultured and have never heard of the saying 'villains die from talking too much,' so it's not their fault."

Black Owl nodded and said "I understand," then calmly took out a jade slip from his storage ring and gently tossed it into his two demonic hands.