Cosmic Demon King

The little demon received two luminous pearls and scratched his ears and cheeks with delight.

He led Jiao Mo deeper into the cave.

From outside, Little Thunder Mountain looked thick with sinister energy, but inside lay a world of its own.

They passed through several winding stone corridors, and the space ahead suddenly opened up.

It was nothing like an ordinary demon cave, dark and damp. Instead, it blazed with gold and splendor, wreathed in countless auspicious rays.

At its center stood a throne carved from golden nanmu wood.

A figure sat upon it.

He had not taken a fully human form, retaining a few demonic features.

His golden eyes bulged, and his steel-hard beak curved like a hook.

A purple-gold crown rested on his head, and golden armor covered his body.

He was the master of Little Thunder Mountain.

The Cosmic Demon King.

Rumor held that he was a direct descendant of the ancient divine beast, the Golden-Winged Roc.

Born at the Lotus-Seeding Realm, he possessed an incomparably powerful body and astonishing speed. With a beat of his wings, he could soar ninety thousand li into the sky.

He was arrogant and untamable, with an exceedingly high opinion of himself.

Relying on his ancestor's fearsome reputation, he had always obeyed orders but refused summons within the Western Regions Demon Court.

On ordinary days,

he lorded it over everyone. Several times, he had even stormed straight into the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons and cursed the Demon Emperor to his face.

He declared that the throne of Demon Emperor should pass from one to another, and next year it would come to his house.

By all rights,

given the Demon Emperor's vengeful nature, he should have swallowed this beast who knew neither heaven's height nor earth's depth long ago.

But