Shatter This Clay Idol, Strip This Golden Body!
"Whatever you say, whatever you say."
Only after watching Gu Shaoshang slowly leave the hall did Ming Shang, reclining sideways upon his throne, wave a hand in response.
Though he and Gu Shaoshang were divided by Dao transformation, their origin was one.
Even if they had disagreements, Gu Shaoshang's will still took precedence. At least for now, he could not resist it.
The strange beast crouching beneath the throne gave an almost imperceptible shudder, unease rising in its heart.
It feared that, having overheard the conversation between those two fiends, it might be silenced.
Bang!
Ming Shang lightly kicked the strange beast beneath him over and said blandly, "Qiongqi, are you afraid of this ancestor?"
Thud!
Qiongqi rolled across the ground, exposing his pale belly in absolute submission.
A stiff smile hung on his massive head. "Ancestor, your divine might is boundless. Who in the world would not fear you? Who would dare not fear you..."
He kept his posture exceedingly low.
He knew that this Blood Sea Ancestor was arrogant and tyrannical, a demon among demons, and he was especially ruthless toward other fiends.
Not long ago, countless fiends from the many minor worlds of the Three Realms and Six Paths had rushed over hoping to pledge allegiance, only to be swallowed by the Blood Sea.
Of the ten great demon gods, nine had died with a flick of his finger. Only Qiongqi had been spared. How could he not tremble in fear?
He was one of the ten great demon gods of the demon realm, born with the ability to distinguish good from evil. All his life, he had loved punishing the good and promoting the wicked, devouring good people and rewarding evildoers.
Yet he had never seen an utterly