What made countless cultivators, especially the representatives of the various powers, tremble in terror and wonder whether they were dreaming was that the nine Demon Emperors addressed him in unison, solemnly and respectfully:
"Greetings, Young Master!"
"Young... Young Master?!"
The voices of the nine Demon Emperors shook heaven and earth like thunder, rolling across Nine-Dragon Island and stunning countless cultivators senseless.
It was not merely their voices. Their form of address, imbued with the might of their boundless demonic aura, branded itself deep into countless cultivators' minds. This scene, this moment, would never be forgotten.
Countless cultivators stared in stunned disbelief at Xiao Ying, who hovered in the air atop his lotus dais, and remained silent for a long time.
"Awooo, awooo, awooo... screee, screee, screee..."
"Greetings, Young Master!"
Myriad beasts roared and myriad birds cried, followed by another thunderous greeting that echoed without end. This time, the words were jumbled and the pitches varied, making them difficult to distinguish, but everyone understood the meaning!
Whether the words were clear no longer mattered. Most people could hear nothing but buzzing; their thoughts were in chaos, and their ears had gone deaf!
Rumor had it that an Emperor Grade existence presided over the Sky-Supporting Tribe, but that being had never appeared. Many cultivators and powers had remained skeptical or simply refused to believe it.
Now the truth stood before their eyes. Yet there was not one, but nine-and there ought to be even more. After all, they had called him Young Master. Where there was a "Young Master," there was naturally a "Master." What a terrifying existence the "Master" of Demon Emperors must be!
Sovereign of the Human Clan, High Priest of the Barbarian Tribe, Young Master of the Demon Race!
That string of supreme titles, each backed by real authority,