208: The Demon Emperor's Fear of the Abyss Battle

When Zhonglou said that he had punched the head of that old Devil King, and then ascended the throne bathed in his demonic blood, a cold and bloody aura seemed to transcend time and space, enveloping the entire Vermillion Bird Gate plaza.

Everyone felt a chill down the back of their necks.

Too ruthless!

This guy was simply a beast that had crawled out of Hell, wearing human skin!

No, calling him a beast was an insult to beasts.

Beasts kill to sate their hunger.

But for him, killing seemed to have become an instinct, a... pleasure.

Cheng Yaojin's originally excited expression also froze on his face.

He considered himself a ruthless character who could kill without batting an eye, but compared to the person in front of him, he felt like a baby who hadn't been weaned yet.

"Good heavens... Is... is this even human?" he muttered softly.

Qin Qiong's expression also became extremely solemn.

He felt a pure will from Zhonglou, a will that existed solely for battle and destruction.

This will made him feel incredibly dangerous.

He couldn't help but turn his gaze back to Li Chengqian on the city tower.

Only Your Majesty, such an unfathomable existence, could possibly control such a terrifying Vicious Beast, right?

His awe for Li Chengqian deepened a few more points in his heart.

As for the Shu Mountain Disciples, their faces were pale, and a few of the weaker-willed ones even started to dry heave.

Before, they had found Zhonglou's story full of tragedy and heroism.

But now, they only felt boundless fear.

Was this the true face of a "Demon"?

Cruel, bloody, inhuman!

Daoist Qingwei looked at the Disciples' reactions and secretly shook his head.

Still too young.

However, wasn't his own heart also turbulent?

He had cultivated for a thousand years, believing his Dao Heart to be as still as water.

But upon hearing Zhonglou's understated description, his unruffled Dao Heart couldn't help but ripple.

He suddenly felt that the "Dao" that he and Shu Mountain had upheld for thousands of years seemed so... pale and powerless in the face of Zhonglou's naked "power."

On the city tower, Li Chengqian was the only one who remained calm from beginning to end.

He even had the leisure to inwardly praise Zhonglou's experience.

"Excellent!"

"Now this is a true overlord!"

"Cutting the grass by the roots, killing a chicken to scare the monkeys, using the bloodiest methods to establish the most absolute authority. He plays this game well!"

Not only did Li Chengqian not find Zhonglou cruel, but he actually thought that he had done the right thing.

In a place like the Demon Realm, if you weren't ruthless to others, others would be ruthless to you.

Rather than waiting for others to blow up your head, it was better to blow up theirs first.

"It seems my judgment is indeed good," Li Chengqian thought with satisfaction. "This guy is not only good at fighting, but he's also smart. In the future, letting him deal with those charlatans from the West Mausoleum Divine Hall, or conquer other worlds, he will definitely be a great asset."

"After becoming a Devil King, you must be one step closer to your goal."

Li Chengqian looked at Zhonglou and said.

His tone was still as calm as ever, as if listening to an ordinary story.

This calmness deepened Zhonglou's reverence for Li Chengqian.

As expected of a Great Emperor!

Even upon hearing such a bloody past, he remained unperturbed.

This demeanor, this state of mind, was something he could not compare to.

"Yes, Great Emperor," Zhonglou respectfully replied, "After becoming a Devil King, I finally had the qualifications to access the true core of the Demon Realm."

"I only then realized that in the Demon Realm, there were dozens of Devil Kings like me. They each occupied a territory, constantly warring with each other."

"And above all the Devil Kings was that ancient Devil Emperor, who had ruled the Demon Realm for over a hundred thousand years."

"He was my true, and final, enemy."

"I began to prepare for my ultimate battle with him."

"I didn't rush to expand my territory or accumulate troops like other Devil Kings. Because I knew that in the face of absolute power, no matter how many armies there were, they would only be cannon fodder."

"I began to madly challenge other Devil Kings."

"One by one, I sought them out. If I could defeat them, I would directly devour them. If I couldn't, I would try every means to contend with them, learn their fighting styles, analyze their weaknesses, and then find an opportunity to devour them."

"That was a long and crazy period."

"I almost fought with all the powerhouses in the Demon Realm. My body was covered in countless scars, and several times, my Divine Soul almost perished."

"But each time, I survived. And I became stronger than before!"

"My fierce reputation echoed throughout the entire Demon Realm. All the Devil Kings both respected and feared me."

"They even gave me a new title—'King of Kings'."

"My rise finally attracted the attention and... apprehension of that ancient Devil Emperor."

Zhonglou said this, a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes.

"That ancient Devil Emperor was too old. He had sat on that cold throne for too long. So long that it had worn away all his sharpness and fighting spirit. What he thought about was no longer how to become stronger, but how to maintain his current position."

"He began to use various methods to suppress me."

"He united with other Devil Kings to encircle and annihilate me. He cut off supplies to my territory, and even, at the cost of his Origin, cast long-range curses on me."

"But all of this was useless."

"Instead, it made me stronger and stronger through repeated encirclements and assassinations."

"Finally, he understood that conventional methods could no longer stop me."

"So, he set up a trap that he thought was flawless."

"He convened a Grand Assembly of Kings in the Demon Realm's Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, under his own name, inviting all Devil Kings to discuss how to deal with the 'threat from the Divine Realm'."

"This was an open scheme that I could not refuse."

"Because the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons was the place where successive Devil Emperors were crowned, the center of power in the Demon Realm. If I didn't go, it would mean that I feared him, that I had bowed to him."

"So, I went."

"I knew that it was a banquet set up against me."

"But I still went, alone."

"Because I was also waiting for an opportunity to confront him head-on!"

Zhonglou's voice, at this moment, became high-pitched and full of Battle Intent!

Everyone's hearts pounded.

They knew that the story was about to reach its climax!

An ultimate battle between the new king and the old king, deciding the fate of the entire Demon Realm, was about to erupt in that place called the "Hall of Ten Thousand Demons"!