"Our Demon Race must change. From this day forth, all positions shall be assigned according to strength. Those who have reached the Quasi-Saint realm may serve as Demon Marshals, Great Luo Golden Immortals as Demon Generals, and Grand Unity Golden Immortals as deputy generals..."
Decree after decree was issued. Beneath Daochen's Sage-level pressure, the Greater Demons lowered their heads solemnly and listened in silence, not daring to show the slightest negligence.
Daochen sat in the seat of honor, his gaze icy.
Since you've put me in the position of Demon Emperor, I'll naturally keep changing the Demon Race. Don't imagine that having me behind you means you can run wild and stir up trouble for me everywhere.
Every last one of you had better behave. Either do as I demand, or die!
As for which you choose, that's up to you!
You want me to stand up for you Greater Demons and fight the Twelve Ancestral Witches to the death, committing endless slaughter, becoming entangled in karma, and leaving my cultivation unable to advance an inch?
Not happening!
Don't even think about it.
Your boss is still your boss.
That won't change just because I've become some damned Demon Emperor or whatever.
Authority over the Demon Race had now been delegated. Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Dijun would handle daily affairs, while Fuxi and Bai Ze would oversee the army.
As for that old rascal Kunpeng, he was cunning as could be, the sort who never showed his face unless there was something to gain.
Daochen would knock him into line first. If he behaved himself later, there would still be time to entrust him with important duties.
"Yes!"
After such a harsh warning from Daochen, how could these Greater Demons dare complain?
One by one, they removed the distinguishing features