If They're Not Dead, We Can Ask

"Are you surprised that I'm back?"

Akmon tore apart the black robe covering him, revealing his true appearance.

He now looked vastly different from when they had first met.

First was his demeanor. The air of decadence he once carried had vanished, replaced by a face full of gloom, brooding resentment, bitter hatred, and murderous intent.

One look was enough to tell he was a villain.

Then there were Akmon's horns.

As a Demon King, Akmon was somewhat special. As long as he wished it, he could not simply "not grow horns."

When they had first met, the horns Akmon had deliberately revealed had been a pair of small rounded nubs, only one knuckle long. Ninety-nine point nine percent of demons had horns like that too.

They gave off absolutely no villainous aura.

Now, Akmon's horns had finally been enhanced, growing from one knuckle long to the length of an entire finger.

Their tips were incomparably sharp, and they now carried an evil aura.

At the same time, a vicious scar had appeared on Akmon's face, running from his left forehead across his brow and nose, only stopping at the right side of his jaw.

It looked like a centipede sprawled across his face.

Finally, and most importantly, Akmon's hair was gone. All of it.

He stood there with a gleaming bald head, radiating the aura of a powerhouse.

He had gone bald, and he had grown stronger!

That was why his words were so provocative.

"It is quite surprising," Ao Yulie said. "Didn't you run off with your sister-in-law to enjoy life? Why have you come back as an ugly old man?"

The other black-robed figure was an old man, somewhat gaunt, with a head full of white hair. Incidentally, his ears were slightly long and pointed—he was an