The Arrival of the Demonic God

The lofty and majestic figure had greyish antlers and crimson-coloured skin. He wore an extravagant black robe.

"Demonic God?" Xue Ying felt the terrifying pressure this lofty figure emitted. In his entire life, Xue Ying had never before felt such a powerful strength! That strength even surpassed that of all the Demigods in the Xia Clan.

Another enigmatic power, however, enveloped the lofty figure, easily suppressing his strength to a minimum.

"Damnable Will of the World!" The lofty figure criticized beneath his breath. His gaze landed on Xue Ying, his amber eyes displaying a keen interest within. He smiled brilliantly, his body shrinking down thereafter to a size similar to Xue Ying’s before he descended to the ground.

"Dong Bo Xue Ying, right?" The Demonic God greeted Xue Ying jovially.

Xue Ying observed this Demonic God with curiosity.

A Deity.