A look of unprecedented excitement spread across Chi Huang's face. While leading troops into battle was a pleasure, it paled in comparison to the thrill of this moment.
Even among the Demon Race, he was peerless. He had felt stifled, unable to challenge certain experts due to their status, but here, there were no such restrictions.
His figure flickered, a blur of demonic afterimages, and in an instant, he was before Wang Meng. Wang Meng threw a punch, which Chi Huang caught with a single hand.
A blast of violet light erupted.
The blast sent Wang Meng flying. Purple-tinged storm clouds gathered overhead as Demonic Qi, visible to the naked eye, converged in the sky.
Chi Huang was now wreathed in purple lightning, looking as if a Demon God had descended upon the world. The surrounding Demon Generals gazed at him with expressions of pure adoration.
