The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

The mighty Demon Emperor Caesar died with remarkable decisiveness.

A demonic self-destruction turned his body into countless bombs resembling little devils, which flew in all directions.

These little devil bombs last no more than ten seconds from appearance to extinction, remaining red-hot the entire time and constantly expanding, looking as if they are on the verge of exploding.

They pounced on the numerous bandits, trying to take as many people as possible down with them.

But Ghost Bro was there.

This trick will not succeed.

Brother Gui adopted a 1-to-N strategy, meaning that each bandit had several of his summoned beasts watching over them, ready to shield them from harm, sacrifice themselves, or act as human shields.

For these self-destructing little devils, Ghost Brother's beasts would rush up and swallow them whole, allowing the little devil bombs to explode inside the beasts' bellies, minimizing the explosive power and giving the bandits time to react and avoid vital points.

Ultimately, Caesar's self-destruction failed to take away any of the bandits.

The surviving demons were filled with utter despair upon witnessing this scene.

The bandits are too strong.

It's not just Song Gua who's strong; they're all talented!

What's even more despairing is yet to come.

Caesar self-destructed to prevent Song Gua from obtaining the stone statue fragments from the demon race.

Unexpectedly, after the explosion, Song Gua waved his hand, and points of light appeared in the dust of the explosion.

"It's a bit broken, but the quantity is the same. Come back!"

With a low shout, Song Gua drew light from all directions and it converged on him.

Immediately, Song Gua's fatigue subsided considerably, and his condition stabilized.

The survivors of the demon race were speechless.

"His Majesty's self-destruction was completely useless!"

"Song Gua still got his share of the glory!"

"So the Song Gua stone statue was one of Earth's sources of light. His Majesty's self-destruction was for nothing!"

Before they could finish their speechless silence, the most desperate moment for these demons arrived.

Song Gua looked down at them, his gaze sweeping across the distant land, as if he had seen the entire Eternal Night Kingdom in an instant.

"The demon race, leave no one alive!"

The bandits, who were already somewhat accustomed to Song Feng's benevolent and righteous style of command, were momentarily taken aback by Song Gua's order.

However, after a second of getting used to it, they immediately found their rhythm.

"The old thief is still the same old thief; we must nip him in the bud!"

"That's exactly the effect I wanted!"

"Use the demons as a warning to others, so that other alien races won't fight back as fiercely as the demons, leaving us exhausted."

"Exactly, it's just retrieving the stone statue, why make such a mess of it? They brought it on themselves."

Song Gua's tiger body trembled, and he split into tens of thousands of clones.

Qian Yuehong, who was on the plane, covered her mouth in surprise.

"Just how many clones does this guy have right now?"

Chen Gou shrugged.

"Nobody knows that."

When tens of thousands of bandits of the Overlord Realm swept towards the Eternal Night Kingdom.

The Song hexagram remained suspended in place.

He pulled out a cigarette from somewhere, a tiny flame flickered from his fingertip, and lit it.

Qian Yuehong frowned as she saw him showing off.

"What's he doing? Either he's pressing his advantage, or he's gone to the next place. What's with the smoking?"

Chen Gou laughed.

"You don't understand, do you? This is what a leader is. He doesn't need to do such a small thing as flattening the demon race himself."

"Yeah?"

As the two were talking, Song Gua suddenly spoke up.

"Hiss..." Song Gua exhaled a puff of smoke. "You've been watching for a while now, shouldn't you come down?"

Qian Yuehong pointed to herself.

Is he talking to me?

Pro had his eyes half-closed.

"no."

"Are there other people here?"

Pro remained silent.

Song Gua finished a cigarette in one go and then casually tossed it aside.

"Since you're not coming down, I'll help you down."

The Thousand Transformations weapon instantly transformed into the Golden Cudgel, which then grew longer and thicker towards the sky before thrusting upwards.

"Trying to run away?"

Song Gua gripped the golden cudgel with one hand and put the other in his pocket, his muscles instantly bulging.

"snort!"

At this moment, the Thousand Transformations version of the Golden Cudgel, which was of unknown length and so thick that it could block most of the view of people nearby, swept across the world in Song Gua's hands!

The lingering demonic mist in the air was stirred up and turned upside down by this blow.

The surrounding air was filled with whirlwinds due to the powerful movement of this enormous object.

Even the space around the golden cudgel was shaking violently.

This is absolute power!

This is overwhelming power!

"ah!!!"

Song Gua wasn't just randomly stirring things up in the sky; he had a target. Soon, those targets were struck by the golden cudgel and fell down with screams.

The people on the plane took a closer look and were quite surprised.

"Angels?"

Indeed, a group of angels with white wings, wearing holy armor and holding magic staffs fell from the sky.

Their bodies were dented and bruised, clearly indicating they had been hit by the golden cudgel.

"stop!"

An eight-winged angel, clad in golden armor and wearing a black and gold mask, escaped the agitation of the golden cudgel. He flew to the front of Song Gua and loudly stopped him.

Song Gua glanced at him.

"Archangel Mido, you look a lot like your grandfather."

Upon hearing Song Gua's words, Mido's face beneath the mask turned ashen.

Song Gua had certainly met his grandfather.

Back then, on the battlefield of the ten tribes, he robbed his grandfather.

"Song Gua, stop! We didn't attack you today, don't try to wipe us out!"

Song Gua sneered.

"You didn't attack us because you chickened out. I think your original plan with the demons was for the demons to face us head-on while you prepared to ambush them from behind, right? It's a pity you betrayed the demons, but it doesn't matter, I'll send you to join them right now."

Seeing that even the strongest members of their own tribe, who were dressed in the best angel armor, were still smashed down from the sky by Song Gua's casually wielding a staff, lying on the ground suffering a fate worse than death.

Mido became even more convinced that the Song hexagrams of today were stronger than they were a thousand years ago!

A thousand years ago, Song Gua used his body to mend the sky, but it was only a fleeting moment of power.

But today, Song Gua's overwhelming power remains stable!

Mido completely backed down.

"Spare our lives, and I can return your statue to you."

Song Gua smiled and slowly withdrew the Thousand Transformations.

"Returning the statues is what you should do. If you want to buy your lives, you should pay much more."

Mido gritted his teeth.

"you say……"

"There are still some alien races that haven't returned my stone statue fragments. The world is vast, and I'm too lazy to go to them one by one. You can go for me."

"Okay, I promise I'll get it done for you."

"Hehe, this is just a small matter. If you can't even handle this, then you angels should stop calling yourselves a superior race."

"besides?"

"Of course, from today onwards, all of you angels are my henchmen. Wherever I point, you have to fight."

"You...you want us to be your slaves!"

"Nonsense! I am the king of Earth, and you are his valiant warriors. How about it? Not bad, right?"