"The ancestor has decreed that in three days, gather at the Devil God Palace to meet the new Grand Hall Master!" The roar emitted by the Xuan Hu seemed boundless and quickly spread far and wide.
This was Xuan Hu's voice, and it clearly carried a trace of gloominess — something Ye Zhen could discern.
However, because of this, Ye Zhen's heart finally settled back into his stomach. Just now, his heart had leapt into his throat; Ye Zhen had thought that the Demon Beast Hall had discovered something and was coming to cause trouble for him.
If that had been the case, today would have truly been the end for Ye Zhen. Not only did that Xuan Hu possess overwhelming power, but Ye Zhen also felt like a tiny blade of grass facing a giant in front of that elder of the Demon Race, with no chance of resistance or luck.
Even his life-saving treasure, the Demon Cloud Fruit, would have been useless.
Luckily, it was a false alarm.
However, Ye Zhen was a bit puzzled.
