"I never thought you'd come to see me." In the vast, solemn hall, the Primordial Demon Lord, Huan Wushang, looked at Huang Lun in surprise from atop the enormous throne, his gaze unfathomable.
Huang Lun let out a sudden sigh. "How long has it been since we last met?"
Huan Wushang thought for a moment before replying, "It seems like an age. Ever since our junior sister fell, you and I have never met again."
Huang Lun nodded, a trace of reminiscence flashing in his eyes. "It has been far too long, Senior Brother."
"You're willing to call me Senior Brother again?" Huan Wushang looked surprised. He examined Huang Lun carefully, then shook his head. "Your injuries are serious, but your mind seems fine."
"Don't be surprised. Your junior brother has come to ask you for a favor, so I have no choice but to bow my head." Huang Lun's expression remained blank as he said this. Then, with a thud, he fell to his knees.
"You..." Huan Wushang had never imagined that Huang Lun, who had always been so unyielding, would kneel before him. He wondered if he were seeing things.
Huang Lun's expression turned complicated. "Senior Brother, I've fought you for countless ages. Today, I concede defeat. From this day on, you are the Head of All Demonic Paths."
"Hmph. Do you think I need you to give me that title?" Huan Wushang gave a cold snort, staring fixedly at Huang Lun kneeling before him. Anger filled his voice. "You're the rival I've had all my life. How can you just fall like this and surrender to me? Get up and fight me in a Life and Death Battle!"
"Senior Brother, I never wanted to compete with you for anything. Master said it too: you're the one most