The Contest

At those words...

The previously clamorous cave abode abruptly fell silent.

Indeed.

Over the past few days...

The Ghost Gold Demon King had come under the old Demon Sage's decree to command the demons of Hengshan.

Yet aside from issuing orders, no one had ever seen him lift a finger.

He would not even show his face.

That really was hard to justify.

"..."

The Ghost Gold Demon King's fingers tightened sharply around his folding fan.

Why wouldn't I go?

Had I fled all this way to West Jiangnan Circuit like a dog that had lost its home...

And thrown myself under the protection of this old Demon Sage, whose seal was about to break...

Just to serve as his pawn?

Bullshit!

I only wanted a great tree to shelter beneath!

I wanted to borrow the old Demon Sage's fearsome reputation to cling to life and nurse my wounds.

If I could kill with a borrowed blade and avenge that blood-deep hatred, all the better.

If I couldn't...

The moment the winds turned against me, I would grease my soles and be the first to slip away!

You want me to show my face out there now?

If the Demon Suppression Office set its sights on me, would I have any hope of keeping this old life of mine?!

"Insolence!"

The Ghost Gold Demon King slammed his palm onto the stone table.

Boom—!

The terrifying pressure of the Lotus-Seeding Realm swept outward in an instant.

Though his grievous injuries had yet to heal, the suppression of his cultivation realm still made every demon in the cave tremble inwardly.

The Bull Demon even grunted under the pressure, nearly falling to his knees.

"How could fools like you fathom my intentions?"

"You need only follow the plan and harass the various locations."