Ning Ke could not help recalling how Hun Xiu had once said he could help her become the ruler of the Demon Realm. At the time, Ning Ke had merely thought he was talking big. Help her become the ruler of the Demon Realm? He was just bragging.
But now that she had witnessed Hun Xiu's power, he had used just one sentence—two words—to make her father kneel.
He had not been bragging at all. He truly possessed that kind of strength. Once, an opportunity to become the ruler of the Demon Realm had been placed before her.
Unfortunately, she had not cherished it in time. Now that she had lost it, she regretted it deeply. Not that she was especially regretful—she simply felt a little pity.
Mm.
That was right.
It was simply a pity.
The Demon Lord's legs went weak as he fell to his knees. It was not as though he had not tried to stand, but beneath Hun Xiu's invisible pressure, standing up was easier said than done. He simply could not rise, and could only remain kneeling. Even after exhausting every means at his disposal, he still could not stand.
This was the gap between them—a gap like an uncrossable chasm.
The Demon Lord was completely convinced. At the same time, utter despair rose within him, despair that reached its utmost limit.
It was as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss. He could see no light, not a trace of it. There was only darkness, endless darkness.
Darkness at its very extreme.
Hun Xiu walked step by step toward the Demon Lord, eventually stopping before him. Looking down on the Demon Lord as though he were an ant, he smiled faintly with the bearing of an absolute victor, revealing his white teeth. "Demon