"I feel a bit tired today, everyone disperse. Lust, arrange for a few top Enchanting Demons to come over, I shall return to the imperial chambers first."
The purpose of gathering the Demon Race powerful ones had been achieved. Lynn saw that it was already late, so he casually said "Dismissed," then swaggered out of the Golden Hall.
Along the way, all demons hurriedly retreated, fearing blocking His Majesty the Demon Emperor and ending up dead on the spot.
The so-called meeting was never a discussion, it was entirely the Illidan Demon Emperor's one-man show. Whatever he said was law, and the other demons only had orders to obey unconditionally.
Even so, no demon dared to object. Those who had opinions were already lying outside, though the numbers of corpses weren't many, the quality was a clear deterrent—who could be as tough as a Demigod?
"Farewell, Your Majesty the Demon Emperor!"
