"Father, what did you say? I'm your son!"
Hearing the Undying Tribulation Demon God's words, Hun Mie Xian's expression abruptly changed. He could not believe his own ears.
"My son?"
The Undying Tribulation Demon God sneered. "You are indeed strong. Among my hundred offspring, only two survived and cultivated to the peak Holy King realm. You are one of them!"
"But do you know that every hundred years, I have my demon consorts bear more than a hundred offspring? Among my tens of thousands of outstanding descendants, you are merely an insignificant one!"
In order to continue his bloodline and cultivate loyal retainers, the Undying Tribulation Demon God had taken more than a hundred peerless daughters of the Devil Race as his consorts.
Those peerless women would bear his children, who would then be sent to the Three Thousand Continents to fend for themselves.
Hun Mie Xian was merely one of them.
How could he possibly be mentioned in the same breath as the God-Demon Chapter of the Great Tomb Devouring Heaven Art?
Let alone one offspring, even if he had to kill ten, he would agree without so much as furrowing his brow.
Because once he obtained the God-Demon Chapter of the Great Tomb Devouring Heaven Art, his strength would rise another step, and he would become the foremost among the Four Great Demon Gods of the Hell Realm.
Such temptation was not something a few offspring could compare with.
If he lost his offspring, he could simply have more. But if he missed the Great Tomb Devouring Heaven Art, finding another genius capable of cultivating the God-Demon Chapter would not be easy.
"Father, you can't do this! I'm your son!"
Hun Mie Xian roared, trying to seize his final lifeline.
But what he did not know was that