"The Heavenly Court's water god?" Kun fell silent.
Not only him—even the others, such as Peng Demon King and Demon King Jiao, also said nothing, not daring to cut in.
Even Demon King Jiao was afraid Lu Chuan would glance his way. After all, they could all be counted as old acquaintances; back then they had crossed paths a few times, fought a few little scuffles and the like.
This man's appearance had been too sudden, and he was far too strong. Before this, the two ancient powerhouses, Ancestral Dragon and Kunpeng, had laid plans to ambush and kill him, only to fail one after another. In the end, even Ancestral Dragon himself had been dragged down with it.
At that time, this man had already shown an invincible bearing. Add to that the fact that so many great powers had now left, and in the Three Realms, who else could be his match?
Everyone's mood had already been very heavy, and after thinking it through like this, they felt even worse.
Perhaps there was someone, but at the very least, no one here was.
"Correct. This Heavenly Emperor and your father could be said to have become friends after a fight, a bond made through conflict. Now that he's gone, no matter what, this Emperor has to take care of you a little."
Lu Chuan smiled and said, "Don't worry. These days, my Heavenly Court has little work, high pay, good benefits, vacations... In short, you have to trust this Emperor. If you join the Heavenly Court, there are benefits aplenty."
Gone, my ass.
The great demons all felt strange in their hearts. The way he said it made Kunpeng sound like... he was dead.
Kun looked at the figure who merely stood in the hall yet gave off