The Demon Emperor's Three Questions

Nine Nether Demon Sovereign!

The moment Zhang Yang saw the note, he knew it was the Nine Nether Demon Sovereign.

Back when he entered the Creation Spirit Hall, he had only learned a cultivation art in the Devil Hall and could obtain nothing else, so he had written a note specifically to mock it.

He had never expected the Nine Nether Demon Sovereign to come knocking!

Could a Demon Lord possibly be a good person?

And he had mocked such an existence. This was simply...

"Could I not be?" Though a chill ran through Zhang Yang's heart, he still forced out a smile.

The Nine Nether Demon Sovereign watched Zhang Yang with an inscrutable smile, holding the note without saying a word.

Zhang Yang's entire body had gone numb. What was he supposed to do now?

His gaze flicked toward the demonic artifact on the ground. He hurriedly picked it up and forced a smile. "Master, I learned your Nine Nether Demon God Art!"

"I know." The Nine Nether Demon Sovereign continued watching Zhang Yang, his expression unchanged.

"Master, you can't blame me!" Zhang Yang grew even more nervous and hastily said, "When I went to your Devil Hall, I thought you weren't home, so I wanted to clean up your room for you.

In the end, your Devil Hall wouldn't let me touch anything and even struck me with lightning!

I wanted to remember the kindness of inheriting your ultimate art, Master, so I thought I'd take one of your brushes as a keepsake. Yet you couldn't even bear to part with a single brush!

So... that was why I..."

"I passed down an art like the Nine Nether Demon God Art to you, and you still cursed me?" The Nine Nether Demon Sovereign still wore that faintly smiling