“Stand straight, you fools!” Chang Min's obstinate boomer-like voice resounded like a loud boom. “You useless idiots! If you lot somehow disappoint the demon emperor today, I swear to personally kill all of you! Can't you get in line properly?!”0

Chang Min acting this way was deeply unfamiliar to these demonic cultivators. Not just the younger-generation demonic cultivators, who didn't know much about Chang Min to begin with, but even the elders who grew up learning things from the oldest living man among the demon cult members were flustered by Chang Min's anger.0

Chang Min was fundamentally a kind, benevolent man. By the demonic cultivators' standard, he was so much stronger than anyone, yet he still knew how to lower himself to others' level to talk to them as equals. Despite possessing the authority and power to acquire everything if he wanted, he still chose to work as a gatekeeper of the Asura's cave instead.0

Didn't he always worry and pity demonic cultivators suffering under the unfairly sharp blades of the world?0

The reason for the demon cult's continued existence to this day despite its near-collapse was down to Chang Min's existence. Because Chang Min was there to care for and look after them like a father, the demonic cultivators had been able to stay strong until now.0

But today? This Chang Min was not the person they used to know.0

“The demon emperor is on his way! The true master of us all is on his way here as we speak! That...0