Chapter 5190

The middle-aged man lowered his head quickly and defended himself, “Witch, these two humans broke into my Black Demon Palace and killed our people. I just wanted to teach them a lesson…”

“Teaching them a lesson?” The woman sneered, “If I hadn’t arrived in time, would you have just killed them?”

The Black Demon General’s forehead was covered with cold sweat and he dared not say anything more.

The woman ignored him and turned to look at Kai and Hu Mazi. She looked at them for a moment and finally stopped on Hu Mazi.

“You said that this was once the territory of your Hu family?”

Hu Mazi covered his chest and gritted his teeth, saying, “That’s right! Jiupan Mountain was originally the place where my people lived for generations. When did it become the territory of your demon clan?”

The woman frowned slightly, as if she was thinking, and after a moment she shook her head and said, “My Black Demon Palace has occupied this place for hundreds of years, and I have never heard of the Hu family.

If this is really your ancestral land, why aren’t your people here?”

Upon hearing this, Hu Mazi frowned and said, “Could it be… Could it be that my clan has already been destroyed?”

Hu Mazi had already gone to the Sixth Heaven, and had been reincarnated many times since then, and thousands of years had passed.

He had no idea what happened to his tribesmen!

Now hearing what this woman said, it seems that his people had been destroyed long ago!

In this heavenly realm, a sect or a family can be destroyed in a minute. After all, in this society where the strong prey on the weak, the weak will be devoured sooner or later!

The woman was startled, then understood and said, “Maybe…”

The middle-aged man couldn’t help but interrupt and said, “Witch, Jiupan Mountain is originally an unowned land. They are just looking for an excuse to provoke my demon clan. Do you think this is their territory just because they come up with a random reason?”

“Shut up!” the woman shouted coldly, and the middle-aged man suddenly became silent.

She looked at Hu Mazi and said in a softer tone, “My name is Youyue, and I am the witch of the Black Demon Palace. If what you said is true, I can send someone to verify it.

But before that, you have trespassed into my demon territory and killed my people, so you must give an explanation.”

Hu Mazi was about to retort, but Kai stepped forward and said calmly: “We didn’t kill people for no reason. It was your people who spoke rudely first and even wanted to take our lives. We were just defending ourselves.”

Youyue turned her gaze to Kai, a strange look flashing in her eyes.

“And who are you?” she asked.

“Kai.” Kai said calmly.

Youyue nodded slightly and was about to ask again, but the middle-aged man couldn’t hold back and said angrily: “Witch, why bother talking to them? These two people are clearly here to provoke us, why not just capture them and set an example!”

Kai glanced at him and suddenly smiled: “It seems that the lesson just now is not enough.”

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared!

You Yue’s pupils shrank, and she subconsciously wanted to stop him, but it was too late –

“Puff!”

With a flash of sword light, the middle-aged man’s right arm was cut off at the shoulder, and blood gushed out!

“ah–!”

The middle-aged man screamed and took several steps back, his face as pale as paper.

The middle-aged man covered his bloody broken arm, trembling in pain, and looked at Kai with eyes full of resentment and fear.

He really couldn’t understand how a sixth-rank cultivator in the realm of scattered immortals could burst out with such terrifying speed and strength. He had clearly activated his magic energy to protect his body, but he couldn’t even see the opponent’s sword moves.

“You…you dare to hurt me?”

The middle-aged man’s voice was hoarse, veins popping out on his forehead, “You cut off one of my arms today, this feud is irreconcilable!”

Kai put away his sword and stood up, saying coldly: “When you don’t have the strength, the best way is to shut up. If you dare to make noise again, next time it won’t be your arm that’ll be cut off, but your head.”

It was a simple sentence, but it carried an unquestionable pressure. The middle-aged man subconsciously closed his mouth, his throat rolling and not daring to utter another word.