The Wan Clan's bonfire banquet ended at dawn. Zhang Xing rarely enjoyed such a lively life.
In these three days, he always smiled at everyone who came to toast him.
Those demons felt that Zhang Xing was very amiable and didn't seem to be as ferocious as the Wan Clan described him to be.
They were drunk and called Zhang Xing brothers. They even put their arms around each other's shoulders, played finger-guessing games, and bragged together.
"Brother Zhang, although you humans are weaker, I think you are more straightforward. I will definitely make friends with you."
A red-faced demon clan leader put his arm around Zhang Xing's shoulder and walked while breathing out the smell of alcohol.
Beside them, more than a dozen demon clan leaders were also talking excitedly.
"Alright, brothers, please stay. I will take my leave!"
When they reached the intersection at the foot of Wan Qingshan, Zhang Xing turned around and cupped his fists to the demons.
"Haha!
Brother Zhang, take care. Come and drink with us often in the future! "
A leader of the Demon Clan with a garlic nose patted Zhang Xing's shoulder and laughed out loud.
"Of course, of course!"
Zhang Xing didn't care about the actions of these small clan leaders and still smiled.
However, right at this moment, Zhang Xing suddenly frowned. He slowly turned around and looked at the distant horizon.
"Sigh!
Trouble always comes! "
"Sect Leader Zhang, what's wrong?"
Wan Zhenxing didn't dare to call Zhang Xing brother like those small clan leaders.
He was as scared as a mouse seeing a cat when he saw Zhang Xing these two days.
Because the Wan Clan sisters told him about Zhang Xing's deeds in the Third Heaven.
When he heard that the Monster Race's current patriarch was dead, and that the Demon Race's Demon Lord and Asura King had fled back to the Fourth Heavenly Layer after being beaten by Zhang Xing, he was so scared that his blood flowed backward, and his soul shook violently. He almost fainted.
You really can't judge a book by its cover. Looking at the smiling Zhang Xing all day, who knew that he would be such a ruthless person?
The number of demons that had died in his hands could not be calculated by numbers, but by a family, a tribe, or a city.
Facing such a ruthless person, he didn't even dare to say a single word. For the past three days, he had carefully served Zhang Xing, afraid that he would neglect him.
"Someone looking for trouble is here. It should be for the Dao Thunder Fruit!"
Zhang Xing sneered in a low voice.
"Sect Leader Zhang, it's all my fault for not managing the clan properly …"
"It must have been those Demon Race geniuses who spread the news. Otherwise, it wouldn't have spread so quickly."
Zhang Xing waved his hand.
Zhang Xing knew that this matter could not be hidden, so he did not plan to hide it.
While they were talking, a series of explosions came from afar.
That was the sound of flying demonic beasts rushing through the air.
There was a black dot in the distant sky. In the blink of an eye, it arrived a dozen meters in front of Zhang Xing.
"Flying Crocodile City Lord!"
"Mad Baboon Clan Patriarch!"
"Yu Clan Patriarch!"
"…"
Seeing more than ten groups of people, Wan Zhenxing and the other Demon Race Patriarchs could not help but exclaim in shock.
If the Wan Clan was a village-level clan, then these Demon Race Patriarchs were provincial clans.
Their strength could not be compared.
"You're Zhang Xing?"
Flying Crocodile City Lord Li Er saw Zhang Xing, who was different from the rest. Whether it was in terms of temperament or aura, he was the person they were looking for.
"That's me!"
Zhang Xing nodded lightly.
"Well, I'm sure you can guess what we're here for. Let's cut the crap and hand it over!"
Li Er sneered.
"Hand it over, hand over the Dao Thunder Fruit!"
"Yes!
Hand it all over, don't leave a single one alive! "
"Hand it over immediately if you don't want to die!"
As soon as Li Er finished speaking, the other Patriarchs all began to demand.