The beggar couldn't help but feel a bit scared. He stared at Zhao Xinyao in terror and asked, "You... What level of cultivation are you?"
Zhao Xinyao laughed twice, her eyes seductive, and said, "My current level of cultivation is not something you can ask about."
The beggar was taken aback and vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but he continued to speak defiantly, "Hmph, as a dignified Demon Emperor, am I not allowed to ask?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Xinyao laughed hysterically, as if she heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, laughing so hard she was rocking back and forth.
This laughter made the beggar's heart hair-raising, and he kept asking, "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"
Zhao Xinyao abruptly stopped laughing, stared at the beggar with great interest, and said, "That Demon Emperor-level beggar is dead. And the Demon King-level beggar is also dead. In the end, there's only one Demon Master-level beggar left."
