Lee Jung-Geol clenched his teeth. He might have guffawed loudly if someone else had declared such a thing. A grandiose bluff could induce laughter in people, after all. However, he couldn't laugh at all right now.

He could do a few other things right now, though. Things such as clenching his teeth until they were at the breaking point, gripping his thigh hard until his flesh started bleeding, feeling all the cold sweat breaking on his back, and trying not to blink as more sweat invaded his eyes.

Lee Jung-Geol knew Kang Jin-Ho wasn't bluffing. The fact that Kang Jin-Ho was a returner, and the martial prowess he had displayed just now, was all the proof he needed to be sure about this.

'He's... the Demon Lord?'

Lee Jung-Geol knew of the 'demonic arts practitioner' as a broad term that included all those cultivating in various demonic cultivation methods. In that case, what did the term 'Demon Lord' even refer to? An especially strong individual among the demonic arts practitioners? If not, what then?

Many questions burned inside Lee Jung-Geol's mind, but he wasn't participating in a tea party. His conversation partner wasn't the type to resolve his questions.

“...The Demon Lord, you say?”

"Hmm..." Kang Jin-Ho leaned against the chair while crossing his legs. "It seems I should refer to myself as the Demon Emperor, then. You might find it hard to understand, but back in those days, I was...