"To ignore a favor is impolite. Since I've had a cup of your Demon Wine, not reciprocating would only make me look stingy if word got out," Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.
With a flip of his hand, he took out a panda cigar and tossed it over, then tossed another one to Zha Muzhen, lit his own, and squinted as he started to smoke.
"Speak! How would you like to die? I'll make sure you have an intact corpse afterward," Zhang Xiaohao exhaled a puff of smoke.
"Hahaha—! This Demon Ancestor may only be at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage, but I have many means. The demonic heavens are boundless, and with the help of these Eating Immortal Demon Ants, you think you can harm me?" The black-clothed scholar laughed arrogantly.
"Whether you can be defeated is not for you to decide! We'll see the truth in our confrontation later," Zhang Xiaohao replied.
