From the beginning, Wu Yu had said that if the Nine-Headed Demon King tried to come in and crush him, he would kill him.

They had all laughed then, but before them now was the body of Nine-Headed Demon King. They all stood straight now, even if they were old geezers who had cultivated for 400 years or more.

They had only experienced similar shocks in distant memory, when they had been young and callow.

They were all old foxes now.

Who knew that this day would come? They had actually been scared stiff by a young man's deeds.

With countless stricken eyes on him, his own eyes smoldered with golden flames, domineering and tyrannic. An awe-inspiring youth whose face had not changed. He even ignored the dismayed looks of the Nanyin Demon Continent demons. Their fallen leader, the body of the nine-headed black snake, was deposited into his Sumeru Pouch.

And then transferred to the Heaven Devouring Avatar.

"You rascal, you're getting really unapologetic. All they wanted to do was trap...