As soon as he spoke, the people nearby echoed and encouraged.
"Hmm? Are you questioning this master?"
The middle-aged man turned his head, half of his fair and clean face coldly looking at the bald man who spoke.
"I... Please forgive my rudeness, my lord!"
Intimidated by his gaze, the bald man quickly forced a smile and waved his hand, saying, "It's not that we don't believe you! We just... want to broaden our horizons!"
The handsome middle-aged man shook his blood-colored cloak, his face stern as he said:
"Broaden your horizons?"
"Hmph! You will have the chance!"
"Nowadays in this Eastern Continent, any riffraff dares to claim the title of 'master'. Do you understand the true value of an old-school Demon Lord?"
As he spoke, he drew the blood-colored longsword from his waist again, the sword pointing at everyone:
"Firstly, I'm not targeting you riffraff."
"In my eyes, everyone here in the Blissful Sky Palace today, including the leaders of the Eight Great Demon Sects—"
