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"What kind of monster are you?!"

The conjurer pointed at Ye Zhuo, panicking and at a complete loss.

Could he really be the Demon Lord?!

Impossible! After Jiang Taigong conferred his title all those years ago, he vanished without a trace. None of the gods or buddhas across the heavens ever saw him.

How could he appear in this era?

It was precisely because the Demon God had vanished for hundreds of years that all manner of monster gods roamed the mortal world, establishing their own faiths.

Why would he suddenly appear?

The conjurer had simply been born too early. Had he been born a little later, he would have understood that Ye Zhuo not only appeared, but did so with extraordinary frequency.

"You talk too much."

Ye Zhuo glanced at him, his presence imposing even without anger.

The conjurer felt as though he were sitting on pins and needles, and immediately fled with his hands over his head.

"So terrifying! The Demon God has descended! Help!"

He was obviously playing the fool. Someone else might have let vanity get the better of them and allowed him to escape.

Ye Zhuo pointed a finger at him, and Five Thunders Strike the Crown instantly claimed his life.

Boom!

The palace of the Son of Heaven of Zhou fell utterly silent.

"The Demon God has descended!"

"We welcome the Demon God!"

"We are priests of the royal household, here to pay our respects to the Demon God!"

Apparently, they regularly communicated with Ye Zhuo through their minds. Everyone under heaven knew about it—everyone except Ye Zhuo himself.

Some even had tears in their eyes. Although the Zhou royal house had resolved the fusion of sovereign and divine authority that had existed in Great Shang, and established ritual laws governing the etiquette of