A familiar voice!

Yang Ye wiped off the blood on the corner of his mouth, and then he looked over. There was a familiar figure over there.

Qiong Qi!

It was Qiong Qi!

However, it was clearly not Qiong Qi’s main body, and it was just a clone.

Yang Ye smiled, “You’re seen me in a sorry state!”

Qiong Qi replied, “A sorry state? Kid, it’s extraordinary for you to be able to exchange two blows with a demon king at your age and cultivation. If you can even kill a demon king, then we old fellows would have been living for nothing, right? So, be content!”

Yang Ye rubbed his nose and smiled, “No matter what, thanks for coming!”

He’d sent Qiong Qi a voice transmission on the way to Spirit Monkey Mountain. Because he was very well aware that his own strength wasn’t sufficient to deal with a demon king.

It was a real demon king!

Qiong Qi nodded and gazed at the middle aged man, “Demon King Xiao Tian, I’ll just be frank. Either leave or fight me.”

The middle aged man spoke in a low voice, “Qiong Qi, are you really going...