Because He's So Thick-Skinned?!

"Third Brother, that friend of yours is a little too fierce. He's more terrifying than Valefor and Anan put together."

That was no ordinary appraisal.

Bear Demon God Valefor was the strongest in the Demon Race in terms of power, and Berserker Demon God Anan was the strongest in close combat. These two stood at the peak of the Demon Race's hand-to-hand slaughter.

For Agares to say Situ Xuan was more terrifying than the two of them combined meant that, in Agares's eyes, Situ Xuan's close-combat ability had already surpassed the strongest level of the Demon Race.

Situ Xuan still did as he pleased, with no intention of paying Agares any attention at all. He took the cup of water a maid handed him, drank a mouthful, then leaned back in his chair, crossed one leg over the other, and looked idly at the star gemstones on the ceiling.

Vassago, however, walked up the steps and looked at Agares, who was sprawled on the throne. Amused, he asked, "All right, stop fooling around. Tell me, what message did Feng Xiu have you bring me?"

At that, Agares immediately grew serious. The wry smile on his face faded, and his posture changed from a boneless sprawl to proper uprightness. His hand rested on the armrest of the throne, his silver-white hair falling down behind him, and a hint of gravity flashed through his purple eyes.

He shook his head.

"Third Brother, you've hidden this for too long. In the end, Feng Xiu is the one who has the final say over the Demon Race. He is the Demon God Emperor. No matter how noble we are, we are still only foils."

His voice was low and earnest.

"He said he gave you a chance, waiting for you to come explain the