Sun Yuan's expression did not change in the slightest. He had anticipated this outcome long ago.
He was merely a Demon Emperor at the early stage of Celestial Immortal, with no backing to speak of. Who would be willing to follow him?
They might as well follow that Demon Emperor instead.
"I am willing to follow the Demon Emperor and restore the Demon Race's former glory!"
Clad in crimson robes, Zhu Shijiu rose to her feet and spoke respectfully.
"Shijiu." The two Celestial Immortal Demon Kings hurriedly spoke up.
They were the two Celestial Immortals who had drunk with Jiang Changkong. At this moment, they were unwilling to follow him as well.
The thirty-six stone chairs represented thirty-six Demon Kings.
Among them were four Immortal Lords and thirty-two Celestial Immortals—the entirety of Flower-Fruit Mountain's top-level combat strength.
The old ape Sun Yuan had no seat. He was the initiator, and he had no need for one.
"You are willing?" The other Demon Kings frowned as they looked at Zhu Shijiu. "You brought him here. Could it be that the two of you discussed this beforehand?"
"The Demon Emperor possesses the resolve to battle the world and the courage to fight the Heavenly Court. Though Zhu Shijiu is weak, I am willing to follow him and make the Demon Court renowned!"
Unfazed by the gazes of the many Demon Kings, Zhu Shijiu raised her head and looked toward the empty throne atop the platform.
"One is willing to follow. Are there any others?" Old ape Sun Yuan asked indifferently.
"She has gone mad, but we will not go mad with her. An early-stage Celestial Immortal wants to battle the world? Battle the Heavenly Court?"
Scornful voices rang out as the demons mocked them without restraint.
Not to mention an early-stage Celestial