"Achoo!"
The Drunken Dream King rubbed his nose.
Strange. At his Cultivation Level, how could he still sneeze?
It was probably because the Half-Blood Demon Race member before him smelled so foul.
The Drunken Dream King cast a small spell to block his sense of smell, sparing himself the half-blood's wretched stench.
"So you're the current Controller of the Blood Demon Cult in Dong Huang?"
Ninth Tier?
And plainly someone whose Cultivation Level had been forced up with resources. He hadn't even fully mastered his domain, and he had no hope of ever becoming a King.
Weak. Far too weak.
The Middle-aged Man knelt at the Drunken Dream King's feet, trembling all over.
Part excitement, part fear—but above all, the innate Bloodline Suppression a pure-blood demon exerted over a half-blood.
"Yes, yes, this humble servant is the current Controller of the Blood Demon Cult in Dong Huang. Honored Demon King Lord, what... what are your orders?"
"Gather the Blood Demon Cult's experts from Magic Capital and the surrounding area. I need them to do something for me."
"Wh-what would that be?"
"Hmm? Are you telling me how to conduct my business?"
"No, no, I wouldn't dare... It's just that after the Magic Capital Incident and the Yujing Incident, the Blood Demon Cult's forces in Dong Huang were almost wiped out. I've only just taken over as controller, and I don't have many people I can call on."
Well...
The Drunken Dream King knew something about that.
The previous controller of the Blood Demon Cult in Magic Capital had been quite a piece of work. First, he'd planned something big there, only to have his entire base torn apart.
Then he'd plotted to summon a Blood Demon Clone. And what a disaster that had been... Not only had he lost the