"I never thought Ghost Chariot would rank 96th."
The one speaking was Demon Emperor Di Jun, deep within the Heavenly Palace.
At that moment, he was busy doing some unspeakable things with the Empress.
Even though they were at a crucial moment,
he had no choice but to pause and look into the distance.
The news delighted him.
Only five powerhouses had been announced so far,
and three of them were members of the demon race.
Naturally, that pleased him.
But Empress Xi He, beneath him, was a little displeased.
"Don't stop!"
Empress Xi He gave him a coquettish look.
At those words,
Demon Emperor Di Jun got back to work.
That finally satisfied Xi He again.
Xi He said,
"Although Ghost Chariot is murderous by nature, his fighting strength is actually quite impressive."
"Ah—ranking 96th on the Battle Strength Ranking List is certainly well deserved—"
"But his injuries haven't healed after all these years—ah, ah—I wonder if there's still any chance they ever will—"
Hearing Demon Empress Xi He's words,
Demon Emperor Di Jun couldn't help snorting coldly.
"That fellow is no good!"
"If he regains his body, his fighting strength will soar. By then, even I will have to be wary of him."
"Would he still willingly serve me then?"
"He might even try to rebel."
As he spoke, he paused briefly.
"Better if that fellow never gets his body back."
With that, he began thrusting again.
Once Demon Emperor Di Jun began thrusting,
Demon Empress Xi He gave it her all, too.
But she kept talking as well.
"Come to think of it, that fellow really is pitiful. He's been badly injured all these years."
"Recovering from those injuries—ah—seems a long way off—"
She was telling the truth.
A Chaos Being had bitten off one of his