What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

Greg pressed his head firmly against the ground.

The cold, black crystal ground pressed against his forehead, the chill feeling like countless tiny needles piercing his skin and penetrating to his very bones.

He dared not look up, nor did he dare to look around.

Surrounding him were a series of abyssal demon kings.

Before him stood the Demon Emperor, a figure high above him, whom he dared not even dream of in his daily life.

Any one of these beings, if picked out, would be enough to terrify the myriad races on the battlefield of the heavens.

And what about him?

The king of the Thornfeathered Clan, who was classified as an inferior alien race by humans.

Having absorbed the Blood Elf's Heart, he barely broke through to the Fusion Realm.

At that moment, Greg felt as insignificant as a tiny insect that had just grown wings and accidentally flown into the crater of a volcano.

His body was trembling.

The oppressive abyss descending from all directions felt like invisible mountains pressing down on his back, making it extremely difficult for him to even breathe.

Just as Greg felt he was about to suffocate, the black mist above the throne churned slightly, and a calm voice rang out.

"You're very good."

His voice was calm, revealing little emotion.

But to Greg, it sounded like a thunderclap exploding in his mind.

Lord Demon Emperor...

Did you praise him?

The Demon Emperor praised him personally?!

In that instant, Greg's nerves, which had been stretched to the point of breaking from tension, suddenly relaxed.

Instead, there was an excitement that almost burst my chest.

If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, and if he didn't still know that he was kneeling before the Demon Emperor, he would have even wanted to spread his wings and fly around the palace three times.

The original Thorn Feather Clan, let alone receiving praise from the Demon Emperor, would even greet a messenger from the Abyss Demon King with utmost respect, fearing that if they did something wrong, their entire clan would be wiped out at will.

And now, the Demon Emperor is actually praising him personally?

"The inferior races, unwilling to accept their ordinary bloodline, strive to find a way to break free from their shackles."

The voice from the throne continued to resound.

I admire you.

Greg felt a buzzing in his head, and he slammed his head down even lower, his voice trembling.

"Thank you, Demon Emperor!"

Greg forced down his surging excitement and quickly pledged his loyalty.

"The Thorn Feather Clan will surely charge into battle for the Demon Emperor, even unto death!"

Inside the palace, demonic energy surged slightly, and the Demon Emperor's voice rang out once more.

"Can you tell me what led you to this point?"

Greg paused for a moment.

He lay prostrate on the ground, his forehead still pressed against the cold, black crystal floor, as the gazes of the demon kings fell upon him.

Greg was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head.

This was the first time he had truly looked up since entering the main hall.

Fear and excitement were still visible in his eyes.

But beneath this, something more intense, more twisted, is burning.

"Lord Demon Emperor."

Greg's voice was hoarse, but more resolute than ever before.

"It's hatred."

"It's out of resentment!"

He raised his head, the brilliant golden light of the Blood Elf Heart on his chest pulsating violently.

"Why are blood elves born superior, while we are merely vassals?"

"Why must our people be oppressed by superior races generation after generation?"

His voice grew louder and louder.

"I hate it!"

"I'm not convinced!"

Around the palace, the demonic energy seemed to be stirred by his emotions, and began to slowly churn.

Greg's breathing quickened, and the bloodshot in his eyes intensified.

"Why is it that no matter how hard our people cultivate, they can only ever reach the Heavenly Sea realm at best?"

"Why are some races born with resources that we can't even dream of obtaining?"

"Why should they be able to decide how many members of the Thornfeather Clan should die and how many should live with just a single sentence?"

Greg pressed his hands firmly against the ground, his voice growing louder and louder.

"I'm not reconciled!"

"I want to find a way to break free from the shackles of fate for myself and for my people!"

The words fell.

A brief, deathly silence fell over the palace.

"very good!"

On the throne, black mist slowly surged, and the Demon Emperor's voice rose a few decibels.

In that instant, the abyssal laws surrounding the entire palace seemed to tremble simultaneously.

"You are lucky."

As the Demon Emperor's voice faded, the next second...

boom!

A dense, almost tangible demonic aura surged forth from the throne.

The demonic energy was as black as ink, like a long river falling from the heavens, instantly enveloping Greg's body.

Greg's pupils contracted sharply.

pain!

Excruciating pain!

The moment the demonic energy entered his body, he felt as if his flesh, bones, meridians, and even soul were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, then crushed inch by inch, and then kneaded back together inch by inch.

"I bestow upon you the path of blood feud."

The Demon Emperor's voice faded.

boom!

Inside the main hall, the laws of nature trembled.

The Killing Dao that had just been integrated into Greg's body was forcibly pulled out of his body by that blood-black demonic energy.

The killing road struggled violently, its blood surging, like a wild beast forcibly dragged out of its lair.

But its struggles seemed utterly powerless in the face of the Blood Resentment Path.

next moment.

The Blood Vengeance Path blazed with intense crimson light, which transformed into a gaping maw that swallowed Greg's Path of Slaughter whole.

Immediately afterwards, that new law, which combined killing, hatred, resentment, and venom, surged back into Greg's body.

"ah--!"

Greg finally let out a roar.

then.

His aura surged wildly!

The power that was originally somewhat weak due to the recent breakthrough was forcibly solidified, condensed, and reshaped under the infusion of the Blood Vengeance Path.

The Dao Integration Realm!

The eighth level of Hedao realm!

The Demon Emperor casually infused a stream of law power, which directly propelled Greg, who had just merged with the Dao, to the eighth level of the Dao Integration Realm!

Greg's wings suddenly unfurled.

Dark gold patterns intertwined with blood-red veins, and above the forehead, a point of blood-black light slowly emerged.

The light spun and coalesced.

In the end, it transformed into a small but terrifying crown of a demon king.

The new Demon King's Crown.

Inside the palace, the gazes of the demon kings narrowed slightly.

Greg knelt on the ground, trembling and panting heavily.

He could feel that he was different now.

From this moment on, he was no longer just the king of the Thorn Feather Clan; he was the new king recognized by the Abyss!

The Demon Emperor's calm voice rang out from the throne.

"From now on, you will be the new Demon King of the Abyss."

"The Demon King of Blood Resentment."

Greg suddenly dropped to the ground, his forehead slamming heavily against the earth.

"Thank you, Demon Emperor, for bestowing upon me the Dao!"

His voice trembled, yet it was filled with an almost frenzied devotion.

The black mist on the throne slowly churned.

"go."

"Find out the cause of Aro's death and bring the culprit back to me."

The Demon Emperor's voice was deep and cold.

"The Abyss has been inactive for far too long. These foolish natives have had enough of peace..."