Visibly, the cages were shattered and disappeared into the void, while the Demon Emperor's true spirit was bombarded into fragments, and the Demon Emperor vanished completely.
"bite!"
"Congratulations, host, on completing a small task. The remaining two small tasks are to eliminate the rulers of the divine and Buddhist realms as soon as possible."
"After completing these two small tasks, the system will raise the host's cultivation level to the first level of the Supreme Emperor Realm!"
"bite!"
"Friendly tip: It is recommended that the host take control of the demon realm."
After listening to the system notification, Kuafu thought to himself, "There are still the God Realm and the Demon Realm, but there's no rush. Since I've already killed the Demon Emperor, I should be the Demon Emperor here too."
Yes, he was extremely power-hungry.
After killing the emperor, even without a system notification, he would probably kill the demon emperor of the nine provinces of the demon realm and then unify the major forces of the demon realm for his own use.
If you don't do this and just do it to complete the system's tasks, then you're no different from a puppet.
He was naturally extremely envious of the first level of the Venerable Emperor realm, but that did not mean that a person could have a wonderful result but not a thrilling process!
In his view, there must be a way to have the best of both worlds, to be true to the system and to himself.
With a single thought, Kuafu arrived outside the palace. He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the billions of demonic cultivators, and laughed, "Now, your emperor has been killed by me."
"You are very fortunate. From now on, I will be your new Demon Emperor."
"Who's in favor, and who's opposed?"
Upon hearing these words, the entire dark mass of demonic cultivators fell silent.
Those remnants of the previous dynasty, who were holding various magical treasures and confronting Kuafu, all took a step back, their expressions a mixture of emotions.
"Nobody's saying anything, is that it?"
Kuafu smiled slightly, revealing his white teeth.
He glanced at the remnants of the previous demonic dynasty. These people were clearly extremely supportive of the Sky-Supporting Demon Emperor. The fact that they hadn't put down their spiritual treasures and knelt down to beg was enough to show their inner turmoil and difficulty in making a decision.
These people only have two questions in their minds.
Being a lackey can save your life; as long as you lick the boots properly, you might even get a tiny bit of credit for following the emperor.
Being a man allows you to establish the image of a true, unyielding man, unafraid of power and death.
It will be left for future generations to judge, even years later.
So, to be or not to be, seemingly one question, is actually two questions.
"You don't need to worry about it anymore."
With a wave of his sleeve, Kuafu unleashed a destructive force that transformed into a beam of light, sweeping across the entire sky and crashing down from the heavens, enveloping the remnants of the demonic path.
They didn't even utter a cry of struggle; their faces were filled with astonishment and fear as they realized their bodies were turning into nothingness.
This is the Destructive Mystic Light, capable of causing death silently and without a trace, without even the step of the true spirit leaving the body being manifested, thus resulting in a death without any dignity.
Seeing the gruesome deaths of countless demonic cultivators, the millions of cultivators of all levels who had gathered to watch were all dumbfounded, their eyes filled with shock.
Someone shouted, and the entire crowd immediately knelt down in a sea of black.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
"Congratulations to Your Majesty on becoming the ruler of the Demon Realm! May Your Majesty live a long and prosperous life, and enjoy endless blessings."
As the first sound rang out, a chorus of kneeling echoed before the Demon Heaven Palace. Looking around, all the arrogant demon cultivators, whether they were once proud and aloof, were now obediently kneeling on the ground.
Because they were all afraid of dying.
All living beings fear death, and the demon race is no exception.
Because the Demon Emperor wouldn't slaughter millions of demons in a single moment.
The white-clad man before them, with a gentle smile and unparalleled elegance, killed without even blinking, showing no remorse whatsoever, as if crushing ants.
How could they not be afraid?
"Your Majesty..."
Kuafu muttered to himself, "These two words are not good."
An Miaomiao and Xu Que came out, and after they exchanged greetings, An Miaomiao asked, "Your Majesty, this is the highest honorific title that beings of the Demon Realm use to address the ruler of a realm."
Kuafu shook his head and said, "It sounds like you're calling me a local tyrant. I am a man who will stand at the pinnacle of the universe. How can I be compared to those mortal emperors?"
"This Qingtian guy has such terrible taste!"
"Let's call him the King of Pretenders."
"The word '逼' has two meanings. First, it means to be arrogant and haughty, and I have the right to be. More importantly, I like to live this way."
"As for the second meaning, it is too convoluted to explain in detail."
"In short, the word 'force' is very fitting for me. As for 'king,' 'king' is the king among men, the king of all heavens and the universe. Very good, very suitable for me."
A lazy, unhurried voice slowly rose, making it clear to everyone.
Everyone looked at him strangely. So, the title "King of Pretentiousness" really meant he was very sophisticated?
"Congratulations... to the King of Pretendants on becoming the ruler of the Demon Realm! May the King of Pretendants live a long and prosperous life, with endless blessings!!!"
Xu Que knelt on one knee and roared out in a frenzied voice, shaking the heavens and echoing throughout the vast and boundless Great Demon Heaven.
His shout immediately snapped everyone out of their daze and back to a state of sudden realization.
If I don't send my blessings first, wouldn't that be questioning the taste of the "King of Pretentiousness"?
Upon realizing this, countless demonic cultivators broke out in a cold sweat and collapsed to the ground, chanting that the King of Heaven would live a long and prosperous life.
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