The Bull Demon King had the strength and confidence to say such words. What about the disciples of the Yanshan Sect? He simply wouldn't take them seriously.
The Yanshan Sect could make him wary, but as for the ordinary disciples of the Yanshan Sect, he wouldn't concern himself with them.
Tangyu also laughed, "Haha, I really don't know how 'death' is written, because I don't need to know it at all. That word has never existed in my dictionary. However, Bull Demon King, you'll soon know. To be an enemy of you, the Bull Demon King? You're really overestimating yourself. You're just a member of the Yao Race, and we are the righteous Immortal Cultivators. How dare you, a demonic path practitioner, shamelessly compare yourself to us?"
"Hmph, come die!" The Bull Demon King was thoroughly enraged, and the trident in his hand fiercely attacked Tangyu, carrying with it his boundless fury and terrifying intent to kill.
