"Human, what do you mean?"
As soon as Zhou Shu approached the Demon Realm army camp, Yao Qing had already sensed him. He stood at the entrance of the camp, and the ten thousand Demon Realm troops behind him were already on guard.
"Yao Qing, you don't think you're here on an outing, do you?" Zhou Shu smiled faintly. "You brought an army and stationed it at my door. You don't think I'll really ignore it, do you?"
"Human, are you going to start a battle?" Yao Qing said coldly. "Although your cultivation level is high, I have ten thousand troops here. If we really fight, we might not be able to kill you, but I'm afraid not many people will survive in your camp!"
Yao Qing was no fool. He could naturally see the situation.
Facing Zhou Shu, he had no chance of winning. In fact, once the battle began, he might be the first to die at Zhou Shu's hands.