“Everyone, let’s follow the usual rules. We shall decide by drawing lots,” said a cold, female voice. Long Chen had seen a lady in her thirties among the seven Demon Kings when he arrived. She had a curvy figure and a pretty face, while her expression and voice were endlessly cold. The person who had spoken was that lady. 0

Women usually took better care of their looks, so Long Chen guessed that the Clear Shallows King was in her forties.0

“Fine! I don’t want us to waste time fighting again. These seven people have varying levels of talent; there are good and bad candidates. If we don’t draw lots, will we ever be willing to accept the outcome?” said another Demon King. 0

“Typhoon, bring the stuff here. I know you guys have already prepared it,” said another one. 0

Demon General Typhoon nodded hurriedly. Then he walked up to the Demon Kings and took out a small box from his Universe Pouch. In sequence, the seven Demon Kings each took out a folded piece of paper. It was...0