Come on, you were at least a Devil Emperor. Were you really that cowardly? A single gesture from me scared you into fleeing by mutilating yourself... Was that really necessary?
Why did Amon seem even more intimidating than Hun Tiandi? The Outer Evil Clan still dared to operate openly on the continent guarded by Hun Tiandi. It was not just the relatively insignificant Demon Generals—even Devil Emperors could enter.
Yet such a bold Devil Emperor had slipped away the moment he saw me make Amon's signature gesture... and he had fled using an explosive technique that depleted his origin...
With so many Amon Avatars, if he had come instead, there probably would not be any Outer Evil Clan activity left on this continent, Mu Chen muttered inwardly.
As he thought, he adjusted his hat and took out a black Classical Robe to put on.
Monocle, Pointed Soft Hat, Classical Robe... As Mu Chen adorned himself with these distinctly symbolic items, a young man in some distant place revealed a faint smile.
In the territory of the evil clans, atop a black mountain, icy winds howled as Demonic Qi surged with the wind like waves. The sky was shrouded in dark clouds, with no sunlight in sight.
Amon sat on the branch of a large tree, his legs hanging naturally, his hands braced at his sides. He raised his head and gazed into the distance, and within his black eyes seemed to lie a deep, boundless starry sky.
He slowly uttered two words. "Interesting..."
At the same time, Mu Chen's heart suddenly stirred. At that instant, an inexplicable sensation arose within him, as though a thread had bound him to something.
"That feels... a little strange..."
"What feels strange?" Di Er Meng's voice rang out.
Mu Chen described what he had