What Do Those Few Words Say?

"Then I'll have to thank you, Brother Niu."

The Peng Demon King said gratefully, raising his cup. "Come, this younger brother toasts you today."

No one could imagine what his life had been like all these years. It was not only the gods of the Heavenly Court making trouble for him; even some immortal cultivators, and people from the Western Sect, had designs on him.

That much was one thing, but what he could not understand most was that even demons had started getting ideas about him. Did they have no brains? Could they not think for a moment whether the Heavenly Court would allow a demon covered head to toe in demonic qi to become Great Emperor Gouchen?

Though the Heavenly Realm had many gods born from demons, they had all been conferred during the brutal Investiture of the Gods Catastrophe. Before the investiture, they had all taken a blade and died once; only without demonic qi had they become gods.

However, the ones who came to capture him were basically good-for-nothing rice buckets, with little magic power or Dao cultivation, so everyone who came had been dealt with by him. Most of them had filled his stomach.

But he had long since grown sick to death of days that went on endlessly like this.

Besides, the waters of the Heavenly Court were definitely deep. During the Investiture of the Gods, they had swept up a large batch of immortals from the Jie Sect. He had also heard that even the Six Monsters of Mei Mountain, those great demons, had somehow been subdued by the Heavenly Court before.

Mei Mountain originally had seven monsters. Later, Yuan Hong attained the Dao and went off to who knew where, so they became six monsters.

Still, the Six Monsters of Mei Mountain