The Devil Master stood with his hands behind his back, his demonic-energy cloak billowing wildly as it stirred the winds and clouds for thousands of miles.
His demonic eyes slowly swept over the devastated ruins of Dongyao City below, where corpses lay strewn everywhere.
They passed over the heavily wounded Demon General Yuling, coughing blood, and Demon General Zhan Yu, buried deep in the ground. Then he spoke in a deep voice that echoed between heaven and earth:
"The Demon Realm has been silent for too long. Today, it has finally... become somewhat lively."
Before his words had faded, his incomparably cold gaze suddenly locked onto Jiang Bei in the heart of the ruins!
In an instant, the temperature between heaven and earth plummeted, and piercing cold spread everywhere.
"Jiang Bei!"
The Devil Master shouted, "Your name has spread even beneath the abyss! At first, I thought you were merely an irritating ant, unworthy of being personally crushed beneath This Seat's heel. But—"
His tone shifted as he sneered. "You truly know how to create surprises! This hidden strength, this courage to oppose This Seat... heh, even Gu Cangsheng, leader of the Tianyao Alliance in those days, likely fell far short of you at your age!"
At this point, the Devil Master paused slightly before speaking to Jiang Bei as though bestowing charity upon him:
"Considering that you are a promising talent, This Seat can overlook your crime of killing several useless generals! This is the eternal law of the jungle—the strong devour the weak, and the superior survive while the inferior are cast aside! The useless deserve their deaths! Submit to This Seat! The position of First Demon General shall be yours! Power, authority, even half the Demon Realm—all of it shall rest in your hands!"
The moment those