Sky Devil Sect Master, Li Futuo.
The instant Jun Ling Yuan recognized that figure, he felt as though struck by lightning. The anger in his heart instantly extinguished, and even his breathing caught.
"Senior Futuo has come in person. May I ask what guidance you have for me?"
He lowered his head, his tone utterly respectful, completely unlike his earlier arrogance and tyranny.
"There's no need to call it guidance."
Li Futuo gave a slight smile, his expression unexpectedly peaceful, without the slightest sense of oppression of a towering devil patriarch. "I happened to see sect master Jun hurrying along just now. I took the liberty of stopping you. I hope you won't take offense."
"You flatter me, Senior."
Jun Ling Yuan hurriedly returned the courtesy, not daring to show the slightest bit of negligence. "Your presence is an honor beyond anything this junior could ask for. How could I call it a disturbance?"
The person before him was a true Daluo Golden Immortal, one of the strongest magnates in Hong Domain, with Eternal Night Devil Venerable personally backing him.
A mere Golden Immortal like him would never dare make a sound like a tethered horse before such an existence.
Apart from this, Li Futuo's methods were equally iron-blooded, and Jun Ling Yuan had once regarded him as a model.
Especially that deed from that year—"dressed in a single black robe, turning ten million people into devils"—was still sung throughout the devil path and revered as an undying legend.
At the end of the ancient era, dozens of Immortal Cities under the orthodox sects' rule were suddenly overrun by the Demon Race. The casualties were catastrophic, and corpses lay strewn across the land.
The mortals in the city kowtowed day and night, begging the high immortals to answer their