I Am King Zhou, Human Emperor!

A physical body comparable to a True Immortal was indeed astonishing, but among the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao, even the weakest was a Golden Immortal.

Guang Chengzi, the foremost of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao, was a dignified Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal—what was a True Immortal in comparison?

The real crux of the issue was that King Zhou's actions were unpredictable, making him impossible to fathom.

Such overwhelming force; a rebellion in the North Sea, because of a single word from King Zhou, had directly escalated into a racial conflict.

Moreover, no one had ever expected that King Zhou would personally charge into the North Sea to battle the demon race.

Even more unexpected was that King Zhou's physical body was so formidable, his innate divine strength so exaggerated.

And King Zhou happened to be the Human Sovereign, his body condensing the Human Path Luck, rendering him impervious to all evil.

Faced with an unpredictable opponent they couldn't personally strike at, how could the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao not be troubled?

"King Zhou slaughters my demon race—this matter cannot end like this. Let those great demons make a move," the Black-Robed Figure said in a deep voice.

If it were possible, he truly didn't want to act at this time; it would bring no benefit to the demon race.

After all, that was the Human Sovereign. Even if they won, what then? They would only be pulling chestnuts from the fire for Chanjiao.

But he had no choice but to act, because of King Zhou's words just now—this had already become a racial war.

King Zhou killed demons; if the demon race showed no response, the remaining luck of the demon race would likely dissipate in a single day.

They had to strike, but while doing so, they also needed to knock down those great demons who paid lip service but disobeyed in spirit.

"Master, don't kill so fast—leave some for me!" Nezha said indignantly.

Arriving in the North Sea, facing a host of demons, he not only showed no fear but also fought with extraordinary fervor.

But as he fought, he realized that those who fell to him were all insignificant demons.

Those Earth Immortal-level demons were all with his master; he hadn't gotten a single one.

What skill was there in killing weak demons? If Nezha was going to kill, he wanted to kill the strong among the demons.

However, no sooner had he said this than those dozens of Earth Immortal-level demons were slaughtered single-handedly by his master.

Furious, Nezha could only vent his anger on the remaining demons, his small body stirring up massive waves in the North Sea.

Before long, the seawater off the North Sea coast had been dyed red with blood, and as far as the eye could see, there were only demon corpses.

"The King's divine might! The King's divine might!"

Earth-shaking cheers erupted; in the army, every face was filled with excitement and reverence.

At this moment, in the eyes of these men, the King was the object of their worship.

Alone, he had charged into the North Sea, under the siege of thousands of demons, slaughtering until heaven and earth shattered and rivers of blood flowed.

Such unmatched invincibility—he was not only the King of their Great Shang but also the undefeated War God!

If the battle that slew the Giant Serpent had only initially established Zi Shou's prestige, Then after this battle, he had completely cemented his position!

From now on, even if faced with an unbeatable foe, as long as he waved his hand, the army would charge forward without hesitation.

"With a King like this, how could Great Shang not flourish?" Zhang Guifang said with deep emotion.

Before coming to the North Sea, he had heard many things about the King and had been uneasy in his heart.

Back then, the King's actions were no different from a tyrant's, and Great Shang had become precarious as a result.

That the King would personally lead an Imperial Expedition had already exceeded his expectations, and he had once doubted the King.

But the facts proved that the King was not only wise and heroic but also possessed such heroic spirit—how could he possibly be a tyrant?

With a King like this, not only could the North Sea rebellion be pacified, even the vassals' revolts became insignificant.

He firmly believed that under the King's leadership, everything would return to the right track, and Great Shang would surely rise.

On the other side, the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao all wore grim expressions, the atmosphere unusually heavy.

Was this already the first time? Ever since they had come into contact with King Zhou, they had been constantly on the back foot.

The demon race didn't matter; even if countless were slain, it had little to do with them.

What they couldn't stand was King Zhou's arrogance, especially that overbearing demeanor, which made their blood boil.

"Is the North Sea Demon Race only this capable? Could it be they truly have no decent experts?" Taiyi Zhenren said coldly.

If anyone among the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao was the most displeased, it had to be Taiyi Zhenren.

After all, watching Nezha, who should have been his disciple, wreak havoc in the North Sea made his heart bleed.

"They're here! The demon race knows what's good for them—three Ancient Demon Lords have made their move, quite a grand gesture!" Jù Liúsūn said.

At this moment, the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao could all sense three powerful auras emerging from the depths of the North Sea.

The ancient great demons that had survived were all deeply cultivated and formidable; even they had to take them seriously.

With these three great demons making a move, even if King Zhou had a mysterious strongman by his side, it should be settled.

Thinking this, the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao resumed their calm and composed expressions, but their eyes were fixed unblinkingly on King Zhou's location.

"So they've come. Now this is getting interesting." Zi Shou said with a smile.

He had learned from Kong Xuan that the remnants of ancient demonic powerhouses from the primordial era had mostly gathered in the North Sea. Though he and Nezha had slaughtered their fill just now, the demons they had slain were utterly insignificant to the North Sea Demon Race. The true demonic elites had finally lost patience and made their move. The three auras deep within the North Sea were indeed terrifyingly powerful.

But if the North Sea Demon Race had their powerhouses, did he not have his own beside him?

"Three Ancient Demon Lords, all at the Golden Immortal level—this should be a sure thing!" Jù Liúsūn said.

According to Taiyi Zhenren, the mysterious powerhouse beside King Zhou was extremely fearsome, his strength unfathomable. To this day, Taiyi Zhenren still did not know how he had been defeated, nor even what cultivation level that mysterious expert had reached. But these three Ancient Demon Lords in the North Sea had all survived the ancient war. Simply surviving was a testament to their skill.

In his view, with three Ancient Demon Lords making their move, victory was guaranteed.

"Even if we cannot kill King Zhou, we can still make him lose all face!" Guang Chengzi said gravely.

King Zhou was shielded by the Human Path Luck. Even if a Sage struck, they likely could not slay him. But the mysterious expert beside King Zhou and the Great Shang army on the North Sea shore had no such protection. If the mysterious expert died and the Great Shang army suffered heavy losses, King Zhou would be utterly defeated here in the North Sea.

As for the karmic sin from slaughtering humans, the demons would bear that burden. What did it have to do with them? Taiyi Zhenren wanted to say something, but seeing the others so confident of victory, he held his tongue. He always felt that the mysterious expert beside King Zhou was no simple being—likely far more than a mere Golden Immortal.

Still, the number of experts in the world was limited. How could so many mysterious powerhouses just appear out of nowhere? With three Ancient Demon Lords joining forces, even if they could not kill that mysterious expert, they should not lose either.

Deep within the North Sea, the Jiao Demon King and the Black-Robed Figure stood proudly above the waters, their gazes also fixed on the three Ancient Demon Lords.

"After this battle, once karma clings to them, those three old relics will probably become much more docile," the Black-Robed Figure said.

Having the three Ancient Demon Lords make their move served two purposes: to make humanity pay a price, and to rein in those three great demons. This was no longer the primordial era. In the past, their demon race could slaughter humans at will, but not anymore. Those three stubborn old demons had been dormant in the North Sea for so long, still clinging to outdated notions—they were bound to suffer for it.

Once he had those three great demons under control, he should soon be able to speak with absolute authority among the demon race.

Of course, the three great demons knew nothing of this. They had not thought that far ahead. Their intervention this time was merely to give face to the Exposition Sect and to the Crown Prince. After all, they were just mortals. In the ancient era, the insignificant human race had been nothing more than an after-dinner snack.

Emerging from the depths of the North Sea, traversing billions of miles in an instant, the three great demons appeared on the North Sea shore. Unlike the demons before them, these three Ancient Demon Lords were all in human form, having not revealed their true bodies. The human race possessed the Innate Dao Body, so beings who had achieved cultivation generally took the form of the Innate Dao Body.

Three figures stood atop the North Sea. Their frames were not massive, but the aura they emitted was terrifying beyond measure. The once-calm North Sea erupted into towering waves. Demonic energy surged skyward like black clouds pressing down, suffocatingly oppressive. Earth Immortal, True Immortal, Celestial Immortal, Mystic Immortal, Golden Immortal—the gaps between each realm after attaining immortality were immense. A Golden Immortal was four whole levels above an Earth Immortal; their strength could not be compared.

Even their mere aura was so terrifying that countless beings struggled to breathe. The three great demons clearly held no regard for the insignificant humans before them. Simultaneously, they reached out with massive hands. One great demon stretched out his hand toward Nezha in the North Sea, while another reached for the army on the shore.