Demon Monarch

Four people sat facing each other at the conference table.

On the far left was the strongest member of the Butian Sect aside from Gu Chen and Gu Yuena, Yun Che. He looked much more mature than before, just like Yun Ming.

But he was truly young, not even thirty years old.

He appeared in the form of a young man, yet his body radiated an aura that seemed to hold heaven and earth in contempt.

He had already been a Quasi-God to begin with, and during these two years, it was not as if he had done nothing.

More than half his body had already squeezed into the divine realm.

In another two or three years or so, he would break through and become a god.

On the far right was the Grand Elder, Zhu Zhao, whose martial soul was the Candle Dragon.

Now, he was also a rank-ninety-nine Limit Douluo.

His strength had already reached that of a demigod.

When he opened his eyes, there was day; when he closed them, there was night.

Light and darkness emerged as one, making him no inferior to a Quasi-God. (Long Yeyue: Do the children think this old woman can compare to him?)

That was just how it was when one's martial soul was of high quality.

And seated in the main seat was the Vice Sect Master of the Butian Sect, Liu Yu, who now likewise possessed rank-ninety-nine cultivation. Logically speaking, with the Dark Crow as his martial soul, he should not have had the foundation to break through to rank ninety-nine.

After all, he neither killed people nor hunted Soul Beasts.

He belonged to the proper, rule-abiding kind of cultivator.

His state of mind was decent.

But if he wanted to break through, he would need at least around