At the Summit, I Am the Peak!
The old demon priest stood atop the Imperial Palace Immortal Tablet and coughed lightly. He possessed not the slightest air of towering dignity, looking exactly like an ordinary sickly old man at death's door.
Yet Xiongba did not underestimate this sickly old man. He was not a Da Luo, but a Hunyuan—and a Hunyuan infinitely close to the Wuji realm.
Even wounded, he was far stronger than most Great Sages of the Demon Race.
Xiongba had once reached that level himself, so he naturally knew that even for him, before taking that step, fighting above his realm had been almost impossible.
Once they clashed, the outcome would be difficult to predict.
"Old monster, are you going to stop me?"
Xiongba's expression did not change. Naturally, he had no interest whatsoever in becoming the Demon Emperor.
But Taiyi had wounded Wang Yuanshi and become Gu Shaoshang's enemy. Naturally, Xiongba could not let it pass without retaliation.
He would sever the Demon Race's foundations and take its life.
Then he would see whether Taiyi could still borrow the Demon Race's fate to stir up trouble across the Vast Continent!
"The Demon Emperor may have met with misfortune, but the Demon Race cannot remain leaderless for even a day. With your cultivation, you are more than qualified to become the Demon Emperor..."
The High Priest of the Demon Race's old eyes were clouded as he let out a soft sigh.
"Unfortunately, this old man has lingered on from ancient times until now, yet I never knew that the Demon Race had produced a great demon such as you..."
The old monster understood perfectly. Over countless years, apart from the former Demon Emperor, only the bear demon before him—and his former self—had been capable of defeating numerous