The Laughing Demon, Zǔ Zhòu, who had plunged the Nine Heavens into despair, met his demise by defying the Laws of the Dao. However, fate intervened. Transmigrated into a new body millions of years later, with his forbidden bloodline still bound to his soul, he seeks to live this new life as he did before, stopping at nothing, even if it means destroying the Heavenly Dao itself!
They stood frozen, stunned into silence, the grisly memory of their fellow clan brother's head being severed played out in their minds like a nightmare they couldn't escape.
The image replayed in their minds over and over.
Nobody could've expected this…
"You son of a bitch! Die!!" the plump young man roared, his voice trembling with rage.
His hands moved swiftly in a flurry of practiced gestures, summoning Qi, that crackled and pulsed around him.
Above the plump young man's head, a glowing, intricate circle began to form, symbols and runes spinning in place as his power gathered.
"Hmm~?" Feng Shen merely watched, an amused, almost mocking look in his golden eyes.
He caught a glimpse of the technique. His eyes narrowed, and for a split second, he knew what he was dealing with.
"Ah~ I see… This is a surprise."