Xing Tian

Impossible!

This was absolutely impossible!

His Majesty the Eastern Emperor wielded the Chaos Bell, invincible beneath the Saints—how could he have been defeated?

Our Demon Heavenly Court commanded the stars of the heavens, with billions upon billions of Demon Gods. We were so mighty—how could we have lost?

The three Demon Kings' expressions shifted from shock, to confusion, and finally, utter collapse.

The faith they had clung to for endless ages came crashing down at this very moment!

"No... You're lying! You're deceiving us!" The Prison-Suppressing Lion King let out a beastlike roar, bloody tears streaming from his golden eyes.

"I have no reason to deceive people who are about to die." Yang Jian shook his head.

He raised his hand, and magical power began gathering in his palm.

"Seeing as you remained loyal to the demon race, I'll grant you a swift death."

"Remember this—in your next life, don't be someone else's watchdog again."

As his words fell, Yang Jian struck down with his palm!

He gave them no chance to react.

A towering giant hand condensed from magical power descended from the heavens, bearing the might to crush all things. In an instant, it engulfed the three Demon Kings along with the ground beneath them!

BOOM!

After the tremendous blast.

All that remained on the ground was an enormous palm print, bottomless in its depth.

As for those three utterly loyal demon guards, not even a trace of ash remained.

They had completely vanished from this world.

Yang Jian withdrew his hand, his expression blank.

He was not one to slaughter innocents wantonly, but these three were diehard loyalists of the demon race and guards of Xing Tian's head. Their positions were naturally opposed to his.

Sparing them would only create more trouble.

Having dealt with those three