The Demon Kings spoke one after another, each with earnest words and humble attitudes, but all with the same core thought—refusal.
What a joke! Inherit the Demon Emperor Claw?
That's akin to inheriting the immense entanglement between the Demon Ancestor and the Daoist Ancestor! It's equivalent to walking a path destined to be against the entire world on behalf of the Demon Ancestor! The position of the Era Lord sounds glorious, but in reality, it's a target pushed to the front line, attracting all the attention. Which one present here hasn't lived for endless ages as an old devil? How could they not understand such a calculation?
Meng Huai, seeing this, had a faint trace of disappointment flash in his eyes, then he turned his gaze to a corner of the great hall, where a figure sat with eyes closed in meditation, as if nothing in the world concerned him.
