A shirtless male demon walked into the destroyed liquor shop, and all the Iron Fangs knelt without a single word from the demon.
The demon was wearing a lion mask, and on his body were black tattoos.
The black tattoos stretched across his arms, abdomen, chest, and even neck.
Through the eye holes of the mask, one would see the laziness, annoyance, indifference, and boredom in the eyes of the demon.
However, Simon's eyes were not on the demon's eyes but on the tattoos of the demon.
His expression behind the mask was grave and unsightly.
'A Martial Demon... This is going to be countless times more annoying than I expected.'
The gears in Simon's mind spun as he thought of everything he knew about Martial Demons, and all his knowledge on Martial Demons could be summed up into one word.
Dangerous.
Martial Demons were truly dangerous, and they were the enemies of Martial Spirits and humans who were blessed by Martial Spirits.
