Everyone was filled with awe and dread. Yan Checi had gone from an ordinary mortal to a Demon Lord in just a thousand years, a feat backed by immense heritage and perhaps supreme fortuitous encounters.
"Since Brother Yan has spoken, this battle is called off."
With that, Wen Yuchen walked over and seated himself upon one of the demon-stone-carved thrones in the spectator stands. The throne radiated nobility and sanctity, its armrests shaped like lifelike true dragons and phoenixes. He lowered himself into it slowly, never sparing the Second Emperor so much as a glance from beginning to end.
Chapter 58