"Second Generation Monster Emperor..."
Lu Bei's heart gave a thump. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked toward Yinglong. "Brother Ying, you have information on the Second Generation Monster Emperor? What's his background?"
"..."
The paper figure's eerie face became even more expressionless.
"Brother Ying, say something!"
"Don't you think you look like the Second Generation Monster Emperor?"
"Me?!"
Lu Bei froze for a moment, then suddenly understood. "Oh, right. How did I not think of that? I have the right time, the right place, and the support of the people. I can fight, too. If I wanted to become the Monster Emperor, I'd raise my arm and shout, the demons would run wild, and Ao Ren would be out of office tomorrow."
Without exaggerating or downplaying it, Lu Bei really did have that kind of power. Apart from Lu Wu and Ao Hen, six of the eight royal clans stood on his side, forming an unbreakable plastic alliance. He had fighters, he had influence, and as for becoming the Monster Emperor, everyone was just waiting for him to say the word.
Yinglong said nothing. Looking at Lu Bei's smug expression, he thought to himself, As expected.
The name Monster Emperor put enormous pressure on Yinglong. It wasn't a question of whether that person was strong or not—he simply refused to play by the rules.
The previous Yinglong had died at the hands of the First Generation Monster Emperor. The Gravekeeper organization had been wiped out, more than five hundred Mahayana Stage cultivators had been reduced to ashes, and human cultivation civilization as a whole had regressed by at least five thousand years.
The Mahayana Stage cultivators of ten thousand years ago had been truly formidable. The Gravekeeper organization had discovered countless secret realms and accumulated its foundations. Once that