Jiang He's mind kicked into gear right then.
Catching Feral Kings outside the country?
How troublesome would that be!
All he had to do was pressure the two daemons before him and have them lend him some.
Still, before Jiang He could attack, the well-built Mahayana daemon cultivator had slapped the young two-horned daemon cultivator on the back of his head to make him kneel, while barking angrily, "Trash, why aren't you on your news?"
Slap!
That palm had landed squarely and powerfully, and the tremendous force cracked and quaked the ground beneath the young daemon's knees, with fissures that stretched over several miles beneath its knee cap!
Jiang He was dumbstruck.
He was actually left taken aback by that move.
Did the kid's skull break?