The Godson of the Night Clan truly hated Fang Xing to the extreme; even the look in his eyes held not the slightest attempt to hide that hint of killing intent.
He had clearly long known of the existence of the Heavenly Demon Inheritance and had already treated it as something in his pocket, yet he had never expected that in the end this inheritance would fall into this monster's hands. After all, from beginning to end, he had never once put Fang Xing in his eyes. At this moment, his hatred for Fang Xing had already surpassed that for the Heir of the Minor Immortal Realm. As he slowly walked toward Fang Xing, everyone's hearts rose up into their throats; some were excited, some were worried, afraid that when the Godson of the Night Clan reached Fang Xing, his next move would be to tear off Fang Xing's head with one grab.
And at this time, Fang Xing was still immersed in endless illusions, completely unaware of the situation outside.
