The Demon Emperor looked at him mockingly, clearly holding him in utter contempt.
Mostly, it was because this fellow truly had nothing that could impress the Demon Emperor.
Apart from being somewhat stronger, he acted without the slightest heart of a true powerhouse.
Other than his aptitude for cultivation, he was utterly useless.
Aside from using benefits to command his subordinates, he probably did not even know how to communicate normally.
One glance at his Contestants made it perfectly clear what they were like.
The moment danger appeared, they ran behind him; the moment benefits appeared, they charged to the front.
What use was there in keeping people like that?
The Demon Emperor despised him from the bottom of his heart.
Pan King Zhou flew into a rage out of humiliation. As the saying went, when striking someone, spare their face; when speaking of someone, spare their shortcomings.
Yet this fellow singled out his flaws, openly humiliating him in front of everyone.
Even a clay Bodhisattva had a spark of anger, let alone a perfectly normal Ultimate Powerhouse like him.
"Kill him! Today, I will surround him and slaughter him to quench the hatred in my heart!"
He was practically bursting with rage.
Ever since childhood, he had always been the Supreme Powerhouse, the one who cultivated hardest, had the highest cultivation, and achieved the most.
Yet someone like him had been torn to shreds and dismissed as utterly worthless. How could he possibly endure that?
Seeing how completely incapable he was of concealing his emotions, the Demon Emperor laughed all the harder.
Just two or three taunts had been enough to deal with this fellow. He really was hopeless.
He watched Pan King Zhou command the Three-Legged Fire Demon Kings to charge at him, looking ready to fight to