The Great Demonic God

Grandpa Fifteen had already entered, yet a series of commotion was still happening by the city gate. The soldiers had neglected to fulfil their roles. Just now, they felt nervous and oppressed after a single glance from that old man, making them unable to question him.

“What happened?” The disturbance at the city gate had alerted the generals inside. A group of soldiers wearing shiny armors and holding flashing halberds immediately marched out from the main street, arriving just in time to run into Grandpa Fifteen.

Everyone was alarmed. This old man was too powerful to be ignored. The aura he possessed and the spiritual essence seething inside him resembled a great furnace that was ready to melt anything.

“He arrived while riding a Dragon Scaled Sparrow. That sparrow was a ridiculously powerful bird monarch!” One of the soldiers rushed over and whispered this into the general’s ear, reporting the situation earnestly.