"They're all dead, all dead..."
Years of effort gone to waste, Mo Jun had endured hardship and planning for years to attain his current power, only to witness the mighty Demon Sect vanish with a wave of the Demon Lord's hand.
"And you dare to call yourself Mo Jun!"
The Demon Lord wore a sneer on his face; in his eyes, everyone in the world was like an ant.
"It's time to send you to Western Heaven!"
Just as the Demon Lord was about to attack, the Ten Directions Mo Jun suddenly knelt down.
"Don't kill me, Demon Lord, I beg you, don't kill me."
Years ago, when the Demon Sect was weak and unable to protect itself, Mo Jun had knelt before the Ghost Emperor countless times, pleading to preserve the Demon Sect and gain time to recuperate. Many years had passed, and just when he thought he could destroy the Ghost Sect and reclaim his ancestral land, avenging past humiliations, he didn't expect the Demon Lord to awaken today.
