A Man Like None Other And The Man Decree

Upon the throne built of piled bones, Soul Fiend, the sect leader of the Myriad Souls Demon Sect, stood like a frozen statue of a demon god.

Only the uncontrollably surging, pitch-black demonic energy around him revealed the boundless rage within him.

The demonic energy, like living tentacles, coiled around the throne’s armrests, emitting a sizzling, corrosive sound.

The armrests, forged from the hard, thousand-year-old cold ironwood and the bones of giant beasts, were slowly melting under the erosion of this demonic energy, dripping a viscous black liquid.

Inside the hall, the light was dim, with only a few eerie green soul lamps flickering, illuminating the terrified faces below.

The elders of the Demonic Sect stood with their hands at their sides, heads bowed, even their breathing deliberately suppressed, for fear that the slightest sound would ignite the thunderous wrath of the demon god on the throne.

The air was stagnant, like ancient ice, so heavy that it felt as if one’s heart would stop beating.

“Black Flame Valley… a resource-rich area that our sect has cultivated for hundreds of years, has been completely looted; less than one-tenth of its treasures remain!”

from the cracks of the deepest hell, each word carrying a bone-chilling

plants, the very foundation of our sect’s ‘Ten Thousand Soul Pill,’ now reduced to scorched

two bloodthirsty crescent moons, sweeping over the trembling crowd below:

they really think my Soul Fiend Sect is made of clay?

“Boom!”

palm onto the armrest of the throne, the entire hall trembling

a black shockwave. Several elders

can’t go

his tall figure casting a huge shadow in the dim light, as if he wanted to devour the entire hall. “Pass

like thunder,

sect! Except for those who must remain to guard the Soul Hall and maintain the basic formations, all

I will extract David’s soul and refine his

apart that old man Lietian’s bones one by one and grind them