I Am King Zhou, Human Emperor!

As for the North Sea Demon Race, their expressions were all gloomy, and inwardly they were already cursing their mothers.

They had only intended to put on a show out of respect for Chanjiao—how had it turned into a racial conflict?

If human strongholds heard the news and descended upon the North Sea in force to slay demons and vanquish evil, what would they do?

Meanwhile, under the gaze of the multitude, two figures—one large, one small—were making their way toward the North Sea.

Just two people, facing thousands of North Sea demons—what were they planning to do?

The army had not yet mobilized, yet a large and a small figure strode forward with unwavering steps toward the North Sea.

Within the North Sea, thousands of demons, all massive in stature, loomed like Gods and Devils.

Compared to these demons of the North Sea, those two humans were as insignificant as ants.

Two tiny ants heading toward the North Sea—were they going to fight thousands of demons?

No matter how you looked at it, it was overreaching. The disparity in both numbers and size was far too great.

But within the Great Shang army, a thunderous cheer erupted, and all eyes fixed upon those two figures.

Demons were terrifying; their sheer size alone could inspire fear at a glance.

Yet to the soldiers of Great Shang, with those two figures present, the demons were not so fearsome.

They would never forget that it was the man ahead—their King—who had personally slain a Giant Serpent in the North Sea.

And that three-year-old child, said to be the King's disciple, was also born with divine strength, having killed an Evil Jiaolong.

The King was blessed with innate divine power, his might unmatched. Though his disciple was but a three-year-old child, his strength was equally formidable.

With such a King leading them, they feared nothing. Even against demons, victory would surely belong to their King of Great Shang.

But this time, the number of demons in the North Sea was rather large—could the King truly triumph?

"Hmph! This King Zhou truly overestimates himself. Does he think innate divine power makes him invincible?" Jù Liúsūn said disdainfully.

King Zhou had indeed used his innate divine power to slay an Earth Immortal-level demon, but that was a one-on-one encounter.

Now, within the North Sea, there were dozens of Earth Immortal-level demons alone.

Killing one Earth Immortal-level demon—could he really kill dozens of them?

"No matter how strong the flesh, without mastery of the Dao, it is but illusion. This time, let King Zhou lose all face!" Guang Chengzi said.

King Zhou had made them, the Golden Immortals of Chanjiao, lose face, so they naturally wished to teach him a lesson.

This was a perfect opportunity. King Zhou, arrogant and reckless, dared to charge alone into the North Sea.

After a crushing defeat, his prestige would be shattered, and he would likely have to slink back to court in disgrace.

Thus, they would not only vent their hatred but also ensure that Chanjiao's many schemes in the North Sea remained undisturbed.

Deep within the North Sea, the Jiao Demon King and the mysterious figure in black robes were also watching the North Sea shore.

"So this is King Zhou? So arrogant and conceited. The Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao truly live up to their reputation!" the Black-Robed Figure said.

The King of Great Shang, though the current Human Sovereign, was still but a mortal—how could he be worthy of his regard?

Moreover, from what he saw now, this King Zhou was clearly nothing more than a reckless brute—what was he, really?

Yet such a mortal had managed to make the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao look foolish?

From this, it seemed the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao were, as the rumors said, nothing but a bunch of arrogant wastes!

"After all, he is the Human Sovereign—he can't be killed," the Jiao Demon King said dismissively.

If he weren't the current Human Sovereign, such an arrogant fool wouldn't even warrant a second glance.

But precisely because he was the Human Sovereign, protected by the Human Path Luck, the demon race could never slay him.

Not being able to kill him was fine. Making King Zhou lose face would satisfy Chanjiao, and that was enough.

"Master, how about you just watch from here and let me go kill all these demons?" Nezha said.

The little three-year-old child spoke in a milky voice, but his words were utterly arrogant and domineering.

After his master agreed to let him act, he had been excited for a long time. Who would have thought his master would also step in?

At this moment, all eyes were on them!

All gazes should have been fixed on him, watching him display his might, slaying demons like cutting vegetables.

But with his master here, where was the room for him to shine? Though the demons were many, they simply weren't enough to kill.

"These are just appetizers. There are true demon strongholds deep in the North Sea," Zi Shou said with a smile.

Earth Immortal-level demons were comparable to Great Emperors. For Nezha to contend with dozens of them alone was still a stretch.

He had already made such a declaration. In this battle, he not only had to win but win spectacularly.

Leading from the front, stepping alone into the North Sea, facing thousands of demons, and emerging victorious—that would stabilize the situation in the North Sea.

The demons in the North Sea had no idea who these two people were, nor did they even know what a Human Sovereign was.

In their eyes, they only saw two ant-like humans charging toward the North Sea.

What were they trying to do? Tired of living? Coming to die on purpose?

Earth Immortal-level demon race members couldn't be bothered to act, but quite a few Sea Beasts with undeveloped intellect roared and opened their bloody maws.

Every bit counts—the two humans before them had clearly been taken for snacks by the Sea Beasts.

But the next moment, the imagined scene never appeared; only a torrential downpour fell.

This was no ordinary rain, however, but a rain of blood. The massive Sea Beasts had been torn in half.

After those two humans stepped into the North Sea, they advanced step by step, neither fast nor slow, yet accompanied by a storm of blood and gore.

One massive Sea Beast after another was either pierced through with a single punch or ripped clean in two.

By the time the North Sea Demon Race reacted, it wasn't just Sea Beasts dying anymore—true demon race members had fallen too.

Demon race members below Earth Immortal level were like lambs awaiting slaughter before those two humans.

One punch per kill was no exaggeration; so far, no demon race member had survived a single punch from them.

Especially that three-year-old child—he looked like a carved jade doll, utterly adorable, yet his strikes were incomparably brutal.

In that three-year-old's hands, no demon race member kept a complete corpse; all were missing limbs.

Slaughter! This was unquestionably a one-sided massacre. The two humans they had regarded as ants turned out to be this terrifying.

The experts among the North Sea Demon Race quickly reacted, and several Earth Immortal-level demon race members struck simultaneously.

But the next moment, an unbelievable scene unfolded: that three-year-old raised his hand and threw a punch, forcing back several Earth Immortal-level demon race members.

It didn't end there. The other human also threw a single punch, and those several Earth Immortal-level demon race members never got back up.

The massacre continued. Even when dozens of Earth Immortal-level demon race members joined the fray, nothing changed.

"Is King Zhou's physical body this powerful? A body comparable to a True Immortal?"

The Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao were all stunned. It wasn't that they didn't know King Zhou had a strong body and innate divine strength.

But there had to be a limit! A body comparable to an Earth Immortal was already outrageous—could it be even stronger?

Even for a direct descendant of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, such a physique was too exaggerated!

Could he have Wu Clan blood? Otherwise, how could his body be this powerful?

They had originally planned to make King Zhou look foolish, but now this one-sided massacre would only boost his arrogance.

"This is King Zhou? This physique—innate?"

The Jiao Demon King's eyes bulged. From his voice, it was easy to tell just how shocked he was right now.

Among cultivators, those with strong bodies were actually not few—their demon race had very strong physiques.

But those who specialized in body refinement were rare; most focused on Dao techniques as the main path and body refinement as supplementary.

Cases of innately strong bodies and innate divine strength were exceptionally rare, practically unheard of.

"In ancient times, the Wu Clan had innately strong bodies like this, but King Zhou is human," the Black-Robed Figure said in a deep voice.

In the ancient era, the Wu Clan were the overlords of the land. Every Wu Clan member, at birth, needed no cultivation to possess an incredibly powerful body.

Though King Zhou's body was strong, compared to the Wu Clan of old, it still fell far short.

"What do we do now? Should we make a move?" the Jiao Demon King asked.

On the North Sea shore, it was already a one-sided massacre. If they didn't act, those demon race members would likely be wiped out soon.

The Black-Robed Figure remained silent. Whether to intervene or not—he was pondering that very question.

As for the massacre unfolding on the North Sea shore, he was actually somewhat surprised in his heart.

He finally understood why that King Zhou had managed to make the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao lose face and suffer utter humiliation.

It wasn't because King Zhou's body was strong or he had innate divine strength—that itself wasn't really anything special.