The power Evan Chu unleashed instantly left everyone dumbstruck. The Grand Elder was supposed to be one of the top experts in the Demon Clan, yet Evan killed him in a single move—so fast that nobody even saw how he did it. This level of strength was beyond anything the crowd in the hall could imagine.
Of the people struck by the Grand Elder’s body, two died instantly and two were severely wounded—barely hanging on to life, with death possible at any moment. The entire hall fell silent as a tomb; everyone stared at Evan Chu in shock.
“Heh. Surprised by your Sect Master, are you? You ants aren’t even worth a single move from me, yet you dared show disrespect to my Sel. Anyone who dares oppose Sel becoming Demon Lord—look at what just happened to that old fool, that’s your fate.” Evan Chu said slowly, smiling as if killing the Grand Elder was nothing at all.
“Just who are you? Don’t think you can run wild in my Demon Clan just because you’re strong!” Zhou Wenbin forced himself to speak, hiding his fear as he addressed Evan Chu.
“You’re not even qualified to know your Sect Master’s name. Right now, I only want to know: who else dares oppose Sel? Weren’t you all so righteous just a moment ago? Why are you all mute now?” Evan Chu laughed.
“I refuse! What right does a mere human have to meddle in our Demon Realm’s affairs? If you’re so capable, kill everyone here!” roared an old man who had stood with the Grand Elder.
“We refuse too! Even if we die, we won’t let someone like Monica Meng—some shameless slut—become our Demon Clan’s ruler. If you’re going to kill, do it! I won’t even flinch!” another man shouted.
Evan Chu glanced at the two and said, “If you’re so eager to die, your Sect Master will oblige!” With a flick of both hands, invisible sword-qi shot out, and in an instant, both men had bowl-sized holes in their chests. Not even a word escaped their lips before they dropped dead.
“Pathetic. Seeing dead bodies pile up in this hall is just bad luck, so let me help you out.” Evan Chu finished, then tossed several fireballs from his hand, hitting the corpses dead-on. Within a few breaths, the bodies were burned to ash.
Evan Chu’s actions stunned everyone yet again. Zhou Wenbin’s face turned the color of pig liver—he never dreamed Selena would bring back such a terrifying man. Killing people was as easy as slaughtering chickens. It was clear now: his dream of seizing the Demon Lord’s throne was finished.
At that moment, the middle-aged woman quietly stepped up to Selena and asked in a low voice, “Princess, who is he really? How can he be so powerful? Is he truly your husband?”
Selena decided it was time for the truth. She glanced at the smug Evan Chu and smiled, “He is my husband—the strongest of the Humans, Evan Chu. He is now the Frostbane Sect Master in the Azure Tide Ruins, and he came to the Demon Clan to resolve the conflict between our races.”
“Evan Chu, strongest of the Humans? Frostbane Sect Master?” The middle-aged woman exclaimed, her face full of shock.
“Does anyone still object? If not, then it’s settled. Tomorrow, we’ll hold the succession ceremony—I hope you’ll all attend.” Evan Chu added.
Zhou Wenbin was struggling inside. The throne had been within reach, but now this brat had ruined everything. His hatred for Evan Chu was beyond words. At that moment, a green bottle appeared in his hand; he quietly uncorked it and slowly approached Evan Chu.
“I never imagined you’d be the Frostbane Sect Master—what a shock! Sel really has good taste, finding such an outstanding husband. As her Second Uncle, I’m truly happy for her.” Zhou Wenbin said, feigning delight as he approached.
Just as Evan Chu was about to speak, Luna’s voice suddenly rang out: “Linfeng, watch out for that bottle in his hand! That’s the Demonic Realm’s most terrifying Time-Decay Poison. It’s colorless, odorless, and leaves no normal toxin trace—your dragon blood can’t neutralize it. If you’re hit, you’ll instantly age and die from old age in moments.”
Evan Chu was instantly alarmed. He glanced at Zhou Wenbin’s hand and saw the green bottle, already uncorked. Clearly, Zhou meant to splash it on him while he was distracted—utterly despicable.
Evan Chu immediately retreated, grabbing Selena and the middle-aged woman, flashing several meters back. “You’re truly shameless—trying to use Time-Decay Poison on your Sect Master! Today, you die!” he declared.
Before anyone could react, Evan Chu’s Frostbane Sword was already in his hand. A flash of cyan sword-light pierced Zhou Wenbin’s heart, and the Time-Decay Poison spilled all over his body. In seconds, his hair turned white, his face wrinkled, and after a brief struggle on the ground, he followed the Grand Elder to the grave.
After witnessing Zhou Wenbin’s death, no one in the hall dared make a sound. Evan Chu spoke up: “I came to the Demonic Realm today to announce two things. First, from now on, Humans and Demons will live in peace—no more senseless slaughter just because a Human sees a Demon. This is my promise to the Demon Clan.”
“Of course, Demons must not commit evil deeds. Anyone who does will be executed—no exceptions. Second, your Demon Lord is not dead; he has returned to the Demonic Realm and is here in this very hall.”
“I know some of you still harbor rebellious thoughts. That’s fine—but if you’re caught, you’ll be executed without mercy! Now, it’s time for you to meet your Demon Lord.”
With a thought, Evan Chu communicated with the Demon Lord’s soul inside the Frostbane Sword. Instantly, black mist emerged from the sword and formed a vague humanoid figure—though blurry, most people recognized it as the Demon Lord of old.
Everyone in the hall knelt before the Demon Lord, while Selena rushed up to him. Seeing her father like this, tears streamed down her face as she choked out, “Father, you’ve suffered! It’s my fault—I wasn’t filial enough to save you sooner!”
The Demon Lord glanced at the kneeling crowd and said, “Rise, all of you. My physical body is destroyed, so I must remain in seclusion for a time. The Demon Lord’s position will temporarily pass to the Princess—when I return, we’ll settle everything.”
“Dad, I don’t want to be Demon Lord—I just want to stay by your side. Why not let Linfeng have the position? He’s your son-in-law, after all. He can give it back when you come out of seclusion,” Selena said.
Evan Chu’s face darkened, a black line shooting up his forehead—wasn’t this switch a bit too sudden? At that moment, everyone in the hall knelt to him, shouting, “Long live the Demon Lord! Long live the Demon Lord!”