As Xu Zimo climbed onto the stage step by step, the people below began whispering among themselves.
"That guy seems to be with that Black Asura from before."
"Who are those two? That Black Asura actually defeated Old Man Tai'a—how come we've never heard of people like them before?"
"Perhaps they're people we know who deliberately put on masks."
Xu Zimo and Baili Xiao stood face-to-face, staring at each other. He chuckled. "Sorry, but I also wanted to play around with the position of alliance leader."
"Take off your mask," Baili Xiao said with a frown.
"Why should I take it off?" Xu Zimo asked in return.
"I know it's you. Since you dared to come, what's the point of hiding your head and showing your tail?" Baili Xiao replied.
Her voice was icy, brimming with intense hatred.
Xu Zimo smiled and slowly raised his right hand, removing his mask.
His long hair fluttered in the breeze. Compared to back then, Xu Zimo's features were now sharper, and he seemed far more resolute and cold.
"That guy is...?" Everyone beneath the stage was briefly stunned.
Then countless powerful auras shot into the sky, and the crowd instantly erupted into commotion.
"It's Xu Zimo, the Holy Son of the True Martial Sacred Sect."
"He's the Demon King?"
"How dare he? With so many of us gathered here, he actually walked right into the net."
"I thought he would hide himself away."
Below the arena, several experts from Imperial Dynasty Immortal Sects were the first to rise.
On the Phoenix Ancient Kingdom's side, Empress Tianfeng wore a fiery-red robe. As she stood, that scarlet robe resembled the wings of a phoenix.
"Since the Demon King has come here, I see no need for this Demon Subjugation Assembly to continue."
Empress Tianfeng said