Huang Li stopped his figure, his eyes fell on the front, it turned out to be Shi Xiong, who had fought with his master and brother on Wufeng Mountain, facing the enemy, Huang Li held a giant axe and wanted to kill.

Shi Xiong was surprised to see that the enemy in front of him turned out to be a young man who had fought before.

"Oh, Huang Gongzi, how are you doing these days?" Shi Xiong asked with a smile.

The young and vigorous Huang Li did not understand the meaning of Shi Xiong's words and did not respond.

Peng Yingying saw Huang Li hesitate, thinking that he was cowardly of the murderer in front of him, so she asked curiously: "Senior Brother Huang, who is he?" ”

Once Shi Xiong attacked Wufeng Mountain, Peng Yingying was unable to participate because of her low cultivation, and she was not familiar with Shi Xiong. However, she noticed that Shi Xiong's gaze on Huang Li did not seem hostile, so she asked.

"This person is Shi Xiong, the son of the Demon Venerable, the last time Wufeng Mountain was lost in his hands, and the master was not lightly injured." Huang Li said indifferently.

"Villain!" Peng Yingying gritted her teeth angrily.

When Shi Xiong heard this, not only did he not feel angry, but he smiled even more.

"Don't be angry, let alone curse. Otherwise, the charm may be diminished. Shi Xiong said and looked at Huang Li with a smile.

Peng Yingying was surprised that Shi Xiong was so arrogant, but when she saw him staring at Huang Li, she couldn't help but blush. She knew that this person was right, and she could no longer speak presumptuously, lest she really be despised.

Shi Xiong saw that Peng Yingying was no longer scolding, still smiling, staring at Huang Li.

Huang Li's heart was at a loss for a while, and he was a little at a loss by Shi Xiong's ridicule.

At this moment, Huang Li's mind came to mind Shi Xiong's father, the son of Shi Jiao.

Mr. Shi Gongzi, how is your father doing? Huang Li asked softly.

Shi Xiong didn't expect that Huang Li didn't ask him why he killed so many innocent lives at this moment, but turned to his father.

You've won the prize, and your father is still very good. Shi Xiong replied.

Huang Li's eyes flashed, and then said: You go back and tell Shi Jian that he has to be careful, I have calculated a hexagram for him, and fate will eventually lead him to the end of his son's hand, this is karma.

Hearing this, Shi Xiong's face was filled with surprise that could not be concealed.

What do you mean by that? He asked, confused.

The Shi Xiong in front of him is similar to the previous Shi Jiao, cruel and ruthless. Shi Xiong knew that his father doted on his younger brother more than he did for himself, and he had already bred uneasy emotions in his heart. He had the idea of usurping the throne, but now that the Demon Venerable was powerful and his cronies were loyal, he couldn't use his skills easily. However, Huang Li's turn of topic made Shi Xiong's face gloomy.

Huang Li knew that this would definitely touch Shi Xiong's sore spot, and he continued: If you have any doubts, you may wish to ask your father how he treats his predecessor, the Demon Venerable, that is, his master, and you may understand everything by then.

However, Shi Xiong seemed to be in doubt, and he couldn't understand what all this had to do with his predecessor. Although he had seen the portrait of the previous Demon Venerable, the majestic man with a plate axe, he had never had the opportunity to see it with his own eyes. However, at this time, his gaze suddenly fell on the plate axe in Huang Li's hand, which was exactly the same as the one on the portrait of the previous Demon Venerable. So, he began to recall that after the defeat of Huang Li at Wufeng Mountain, he went back to tell his father about Huang Li's holding a plate axe, and his father showed an imperceptible strange expression.

Huang Li, among your immortal clans, it is really difficult for me to praise anyone, but you are an exception. Shi Xiong smiled indifferently.

Huang Li looked at Shi Xiong in surprise, not expecting that he would praise him.

Huang Li responded with a smile: You have won the prize.

If it weren't for this strife, perhaps we could have been friends. Shi Xiong said meaningfully.

Huang Li sighed, although Shi Xiong's words were a little guilty, they also seemed sincere. Although Huang Li's experience is shallow, the changes in his family have baptized him and made him have a deeper understanding of human nature.

However, we can never be friends because our beliefs are very different. Shi Xiong heard this, and was not angry. He didn't really want to be friends with Huang Li, his words were just to confuse Huang Li, but he didn't expect the other party to take the bait.

Shi Xiong smiled slightly.

Huang Li saw that Shi Xiong was speechless, so he continued to ask: Shi Xiong, why do you want to brutally slaughter innocent lives?

Shi Xiong's voice sounded fiercely: Because they all deserve to die!

Huang Li couldn't help frowning, Shi Xiong responded to his question so resolutely.

However, if they are powerless to resist, how can they be condemned to death?

Because although they are harmless at the moment, they may become a potential force in the battle between the demons and the immortals in the future, should I wait for them to make waves in the future? Shi Xiong looked at Peng Yingying, and there was a hint of coldness in his tone.

How long will your slaughter last? Huang Li asked.

Until all of you immortals succumb to my demons! Shi Xiong replied indifferently.