I Want to Leave Something Behind in This World

Situ Xuan was sizing up Feng Xiu as well. He had seen many powerful beings. He had seen the unfathomable depths of Pluto King, the gentle refinement of Vassago, the cool aloofness of Agares, the mountain-steady composure of Long Tianyin, and the sword-sharp fierceness of Long Xingyu. But Feng Xiu was different from all of them.

He stood there, needing no pressure, no display of power, no words, yet everyone could tell he was a king. It was something more fundamental: a sovereign aura carved into his bones, blended into his blood, and soaked into his soul.

A qualified monarch.

With just that first glance, Situ Xuan could tell that Feng Xiu was the kind of being who could give everything for his race.

The rise and fall of the Demon Race were reflected in his eyes. The honor and disgrace of the Seventy-Two Pillar Demon Gods rested on his shoulders. The future of the entire Demon Race was held within his heart. Like Vassago, he was someone who carried destiny on his back and struggled forward.

Situ Xuan chuckled softly. There was no hostility in that smile, no mockery, only a faint sense of relief, as though he had confirmed something.

"Then you must be Vassago's eldest brother, the lord of the Demon Race, Demon God Emperor Feng Xiu."

Their gazes collided in midair, black eyes meeting indifferent ones.

After a moment of silence, both of them burst into laughter at the same time.

The laughter echoed through the night sky, drowning out the wind, the humming of the Demon Empress Palace's runes, and the heartbeats of every demon in Holy City.

Feng Xiu's laughter was low and deep, like a dragon's roar.

Situ Xuan's laughter was bright and hearty, like a tiger's howl.

The cries of dragon and