Zhou Kuang, powerless to resist, was beaten to death by a group of High Level Demons.
A strong Immortal Emperor, to say he was completely defenseless might not be entirely accurate.
Yet if Zhou Kuang dared to resist, if he had even a shred of Proud Bone, how would he have fallen to the point of betraying the Bai Yi Governor and becoming a demon's lapdog just to survive?
Weakness had long since corroded the will of this Immortal Emperor.
The Chaotic Power violently poured into Zhou Kuang's body, a drop of Essence Blood fell on his brow, a dark glow surged, and Zhou Kuang's eyes opened once more, rising to his feet.
Only, at this moment, Zhou Kuang's eyes were hollow, dumbfounded like a wooden chicken.
Slap!
The Ninth Prince slightly regained some strength and his face still full of rage, slapped Zhou Kuang's face fiercely.
"Damned creature! If it weren't for your wailing, how could I have been ambushed by an assassin?"
