Ten minutes later, they arrived at the foot of the mountain.
"Sect Leader Zhang, please!"
Huyan Zhuohai said coldly, then stood to the side without saying another word.
"Boss, are these people tired of living? Look at their ugly faces.
They don't take us seriously at all.
Why don't I just spit fire at them and kill them? "
Although Saint One did not look at them, their every move was clearly displayed in his Divine Telekinesis.
"No one is that stupid. They don't seem to believe our fake identities.
That's one of the reasons. Another reason is that they have something to rely on and are not afraid of our strength. "
Saint One thought about it and nodded slightly.
"Boss is right. That's the feeling.
I was wondering why they were so arrogant. "
Zhang Xing sized up the seemingly ordinary mountain.
He turned to look at Huyan Zhuohai.
"Patriarch Huyan, aren't you going to introduce this place to me?"
"Haha!
There's no need for that.
Sect Leader Zhang, aren't you the Orc Supremacy, the new King Nan? You're very capable.
I'm sure you'll be able to tell at a glance if there's anything strange about this place. "
Huyan Zhuohai mocked.
Then, he slapped his forehead, as if he had thought of something else to say, and continued speaking.
"Oh!
Right, I heard that Sect Leader Zhang has another identity. You're that Senior Dragon God?
Isn't that a joke? How can you be Senior Dragon God? We don't believe it. "
"Yes!
We, the Huyan Clan, definitely don't believe it. "
The dozen or so elders behind Huyan Zhuohai expressed their stance.
"Oh?
Why not? "Zhang Xing asked curiously.
"Sigh!
There are all kinds of people these days. Someone actually dares to pretend to be Senior Dragon God.
This is a great disrespect to Senior Dragon God. He should be crippled of his cultivation and executed by a thousand cuts! "
Huyan Zhuohai looked at Zhang Xing with a face full of disdain.
It confirmed Zhang Xing's guess.
But where did their confidence come from?
One had to know that the highest cultivation among them was only at the peak of Nascent Saint.
Not a single Demigod.
Did they not know that King Nan died at my hands, that I forced the Devil Lord to self-destruct, and that the Demon Lord was beaten up by Saint Two?
"Are you saying that I, Zhang Xing, am an imposter?"
Zhang Xing smiled.
"Hmph!
You know very well whether or not he's an imposter. Do you still need us to say more? "
Huyan Zhuohai coldly snorted.
"How dare you!
You're courting death! "
First Saint waved his claw, and a gust of wind blew against Huyan Zhuohai and the others, causing them to lose their footing.
"We're courting death?
Even if you have the Holy Dragon, you don't have the strength to kill us! "
Yo!
How tenacious!
Zhang Xing looked at Huyan Zhuohai, who had a head full of white hair and a face full of wrinkles. Huyan Zhuohai was holding on to his halberd, which was taller than his own height.
He couldn't help but feel even more curious.
He waved his hand at Saint.
Saint Yi stopped the storm.
"Really?
I think your family's confidence comes from the secrets you protect.
Why don't you show me? "
"I can take a look, but you have to promise me two things."
Huyan Zhuohai's eyes began to flicker with excitement.
"What's your condition? As long as it's not too much, I can agree to it."
Zhang Xing smiled.
"First, you have to keep this secret for us.
Second, you have to support me as King Nan! "
When Huyan Zhuohai finished speaking, the excitement in his eyes turned into a look of intense greed.
"Is this why you're so arrogant?"
Zhang Xing was startled. He thought it was some big deal.
It turned out that he couldn't escape the temptation of fame and status.