The Demon God Emperor Fengxiu could be said to be clad in simple attire. Behind him, only four middle-aged people clad in black gowns were following him; he didn’t have any excessive guard. Of course, these were only the people that entered the palace. The amount of guards standing outside was only known to the emperor himself.
Today, the Demon God Emperor didn’t show his tyrannical strength as back at the Exorcist Mountain Pass. Only clad in a simple black gown, he didn’t even emanate his mighty aura, giving him the look of an ordinary handsome middle-aged man.
Lifting his hand, he stooped on the kneeling Moon Demon God Agares, “Worthy little brother, is there any need to be so formal between the two of us?”
