Early winter, snowflakes drifted down.
The world was in turmoil.
Indeed, the Curse Kill from a few days earlier had taken too many lives, and all those who died were disciples of the Demonic Path.
With just a bit of investigation, the various powers could easily figure out who was behind it.
Demon Spirit Sect.
A vermilion palace.
At this moment, numerous Demonic Path tycoons were gathered together, each looking grim dark.
Full of discontentment, they stared at the beautiful figure on the high stage.
The world had changed too fast. If they had known that person would grow so rapidly, they would have left with the old zombie at the beginning.
Instead, they were now unable to advance or retreat.
Moreover, in this life, His Majesty's temperament had changed.
In the memories of the future, after that person had defeated all under the heavens with his fists, he had never done something so decisive.
