"Old Jin, why have you come back?" Demon King Luo, who was arguing with the other Demon Kings, exclaimed in surprise.
He had just dumped his son in the mining district and found five Demon Generals to keep a close watch on him. Only then had he felt safe enough to return.
But upon returning, he had been met with the other Demon Kings' mockery. Unable to swallow his anger, he immediately started arguing with them, waging a lone war of words against the gathered demons. His shouting filled the entire Demon King's Hall.
While they were arguing, an elderly Demon King with a hunched back approached from a short distance away. His hair was graying, but his eyes shone with vigor, betraying none of his age.
As he approached with his walking stick, none of the surrounding Demon Kings dared make a sound. The entire Demon King's Hall fell silent.
"If I hadn't come to take a look, you would have practically torn the Demon King's Hall apart! None of you take this place seriously, do you?" The elderly Demon King snorted harshly.
The Demon Kings across from him looked distinctly guilty. They really had been arrogant these past few days, fighting in the Demon King's Hall for three whole days and nights. They had even brought down a palace.
If they hadn't promptly sent demons to repair it, they would probably still have been standing amid the ruins.
"Old Jin, you've come at just the right time. We were discussing Old Yan and Old Jiang. Those two were fighting the hardest a couple of days ago. They relied on their Demon King Tokens to draw on the power of the Demon King's Hall, and they still haven't stopped fighting. Luckily, we sent them to the Abyss."
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