Li Yang emerged from seclusion in the dead of night.
Whoosh!
A breeze swept past. The villa's roof, empty and tranquil only moments ago, now had a man standing upon it.
Dressed in black, Li Yang stood proudly atop the roof. The breeze blew, making the hems of his clothes flap sharply!
Fortunately, Li Yang wore black, and few could spot him in the darkness. His eyes shone like stars as he looked down over Manhattan in the depths of night. Manhattan was even livelier at night than during the day, with countless tourists wandering through its streets and alleys.
Looking down at the endless pedestrians—old and young, commoners and tycoons, people of every stripe—Li Yang took them all in. For a moment, he had the illusion that he was some supreme god, while the countless people below were mere ants.
A sigh suddenly escaped Li Yang's lips.
"Perhaps those ignorant ordinary people have it better. I possess inhuman power, yet I also understand the cruelty of the underground world. Here, the strong reign supreme; there is not a shred of emotion to be found. The world's five great gangs? The Holy See? The Dark Council? They are all peak powers. If I did not possess the Demon Realm's cultivation arts, then before them, I would be nothing but a bug—something they could kill or crush whenever they pleased. But now that I have begun cultivating the Demon Yang Canon and the Six Absolutes of the Demon God, the world looks entirely different!"
"Hmph, Shenglin Group? I wonder whether my bounty has brought a little spice to your lives?" A faint smile rested on Li Yang's face. The more he conversed with Xiang Yu and came into contact with the Demon Realm's many secret arts, the more disdainful Li Yang