As Wang Wu pondered inwardly, he saw more than a dozen Great Demons, each like a giant whale, striding across the rolling waves. At their center stood a white-robed man who looked to be in his twenties.
With a single sweep of his gaze, everything within a thousand miles fell instantly silent.
He was unmistakably a First-grade Great Demon—the Demon Emperor of the West Sea Demon Race.
The tens of millions of demonfolk hiding among the mountain ranges trembled in fear, ready at any moment to leap into the Evil Wind Desert and flee for their lives.
"True Man Yufeng, I trust you have been well!"
The white-robed man spoke, his voice carrying thousands of miles.
Yet no one answered.
He did not seem surprised. He gave three cold laughs, then shouted, "Where is Xiong Wu? I know you are hiding among these thirty million demonfolk. Stop hiding. For the sake of that old thief Xiong Pi, I will not hold it against you, you little thief who loves stealing honey. As long as you are willing to submit to me and meet me with the courtesy due an elder, I am willing to hand the West Sea Bee Kingdom over to you. These thirty million demonfolk shall also fall under your command. You may establish a West Sea Bear Kingdom here along the coast of the West Sea!"
"If you do not wish to show your face, you may let that little wolf concubine of yours govern in your stead."
"If Lu Wuchen comes to hold you accountable, I will bear it for you."
The moment those words were spoken, whispers spread across the three-thousand-mile-long mountain ridge.
Thanks to the fine work Lu Wuchen had done in the Western Wilderness, who did not know that there was now an