In the hall, Zul sat on the throne, his aura calm and heavy.
With a thought, he activated Lord's Authority.
The structure of two worlds, several half-hidden rifts, the pulse of countless demons' lives—all appeared clearly within the network of his authority, as easy to read as the lines on his palm.
Outside Dragon Domain, a crash rang out. A corner corridor of Demon Dragon Palace's east wing collapsed.
Zul did not even lift an eyelid. A faint sneer touched his lips.
A Three-Headed Demon Hound slowly emerged from the rubble, all six eyes fixed on Zul with hatred.
It was the commander of Demon Dragon Palace's guards, the Black Dragon's most trusted subordinate, and a Demon King in its own right.
After the Black Dragon fell, it was the first to rise against Zul.
"My only master is the Dragon King!" the Three-Headed Demon Hound roared as it charged.
Zul did not even leave his seat. Lord's Authority gave a slight tremor.
The Three-Headed Demon Hound's body seemed to be caught in an invisible giant hand.
Crack, crack! Bones snapped.
The hound's roar caught in its throat and became a muffled groan of pain.
Its massive body crashed to the floor, shards of bone jutting through its fur.
Silence returned to the hall.
Zul lounged sideways on the throne, bored. "A pointless struggle."
A faint commotion rose outside the hall. Several more auras stirred, but soon fell quiet.
Each scattered disturbance was like a spark landing in snow, snuffed out as soon as it appeared.
Lord's Authority covered both worlds. Zul needed only to sit in the hall and quell rebellions with a thought. Uprisings by demons below the Demon King level could not make a ripple.
Not every demon possessed the Frost Dragon's strength. Once again, they witnessed