Outside the Sky Dome Imperial City, the White Robed Demon Monarch gazed at the towering city floating in the air with furrowed brows and an iron complexion.
He had actually let a mere Martial Artist from the True Martial Realm, an ant of a being, escape from his, a majestic Demon Lord's, grasp. This was an unprecedented humiliation of the greatest magnitude.
If word of this got out, it would become a lifelong mockery for him.
"Six times, that Escape Technique, he actually managed to use it six times consecutively. That's double what I expected, how is this possible? He's just a mere ant from the True Martial Realm, how could he possibly have so much Essence Blood? This is impossible, I say, impossible even for those among the Demon Clan with the strongest innate abilities at the True Martial Realm to have so much Essence Blood."
The White Robed Demon Monarch was both shocked and enraged, his eyes filled with disbelief and his mind teeming with confusion.
