A'Zi, Unafraid of Mountains of Blades and Seas of Fire!
"Gulp!"
Inside the Canteen, the Myriad Longevity Demon King drained the soup from his bowl, then leaned his head back and said with a blissful expression, "So delicious!"
This fellow had already become a member of the Eternal Sect.
Don't say he lacked backbone. The reason he had chosen to compromise was because the Purple Lin Demon King had once shown him kindness. To repay that favor, he was willing to cast aside the dignity of a Demon King.
"Little Frog."
A'Zi handed him a napkin and said, "From today onward, you're a member of the Spirit Beast Hall. If you perform well, I can apply to the Sect Master to promote you to Vice Hall Master."
With strength comparable to the Middle Stage True Seeking Realm, he was fully qualified for the position.
"Brother Zi."
As the Myriad Longevity Demon King wiped his mouth, he asked, "What exactly have you experienced over the years? Why is the aura of your realm still lower than mine?"
The Purple Lin Demon King's entire face immediately fell. "Starting tomorrow, you'll be responsible for cleaning Spirit Beast Peak and the latrines."
"Huh?"
The Myriad Longevity Demon King was dumbfounded.
Speaking was an art. If you didn't know how to speak, then don't speak!
That night.
The Purple Lin Demon King sat alone atop a massive boulder on the mountain.
His figure was terribly lonely, his gaze deeply despondent, like a defeated rooster.
As an exceedingly rare Dao Transformation Kun, his future should have been bright. Yet, because he had sought thrills by stealing a Dragon Egg, he had been forced to sneak down to the Lower Realm and scrape out an existence. When he returned several thousand years later, even the little