Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

"A stray dog ​​is nothing to fear! Even if that so-called alien emperor were to rise again, I could send him back to his slumber!!"

Xia Jin looked at the White Ape King and the others staring at her with a hint of disdain in their eyes, their gazes filled with tension.

Hmph! What kind of alien emperor is he? His title is quite impressive.

But in my eyes, titles don't count.

I only believe in fists and only recognize strength.

If he knows what's good for him, he'll obediently continue sleeping; if he doesn't, I wouldn't mind letting him sleep forever.

Xia Jin's nonchalant attitude caused the White Ape King, the Nine-Headed Serpent King, and the Black Wing King to exchange glances and breathe a sigh of relief.

Since this gentleman speaks so casually, he must truly be very confident.

If Xia Jin can truly suppress and easily defeat that alien emperor, then their chances of winning this campaign against the alien race will be at least 80%!

"Since you've said that, we can rest assured!" The White Ape King looked at Xia Jin and said with an embarrassed smile.

"Alright," Xia Jin stood up, her gaze falling on the White Ape King. "These things are not for you to worry about. White Ape King, you just said that the 100,000 elite troops have been assembled. Where are they?"

Upon hearing this, the White Ape King's spirits lifted, and he quickly bowed and replied, "Reporting to my lord! The 100,000 elite demon troops were all deployed yesterday to the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains, 300 miles outside Dou City. They are ready to launch an attack on the alien race at your command!"

"Very well!" Xia Jin's eyes flashed with a sharp light. "Then take me there to have a look."

"Yes, sir!"

The three demon kings, White Ape King, Nine-Headed Serpent King, and Black Wing King, bowed simultaneously and led Xia Jin away from Dou City.

For them, three hundred miles is but a blink of an eye.

Ahead lay a massive mountain range stretching for hundreds of miles, with numerous figures scattered across each peak.

Some transformed into half-human, half-demon forms, standing with knives in hand;

Some directly reveal their full demonic forms, which are hundreds of feet long, with gleaming scales and wings that blot out the sky, perched on the mountain ridge.

There was even a giant python covered in bluish-black scales, its body over three hundred feet long coiled around a solitary peak, its head held high, spewing out eerie green poisonous mist.

Meanwhile, other demons gathered in small groups, talking quietly.

"What exactly does that Golden Crow Lord look like?"

"According to the message passed down by the three demon kings, that person is the true bloodline of the Golden Crow clan, a great figure from the ancient mythological era!"

"That's nothing!! You might not know, but I've heard that Lord Golden Crow is a legendary Mythical Realm expert... Goodness, how terrifying is that cultivation level? Our demon race hasn't produced a Mythical Realm expert in tens of thousands of years!"

"Exactly! Otherwise, do you think the White Ape King, with his fiery temper, would obediently submit?"

"That's true. The three great demon kings of our Canglan Continent have always wanted to compete for that one and only seat. Without absolute strength, how could the three great demon kings be subordinate to others?"

Whispers echoed across the mountain peaks, and countless eyes, filled with curiosity and awe, peered upwards towards the mountain range.

at this time,

Four streaks of light hovered above the highest peak in the center of the mountain range.

As the light faded, three enormous figures were revealed: the White Ape King, the Nine-Headed Serpent King, and the Black Wing King, the three demon kings.

However, at this moment, almost simultaneously, all the eyes of the demon race focused on the slightly thin figure in front of the three demon kings.

Yes, that's right! At this moment, there is only one protagonist, and that is Xia Jin.

After a brief silence, a slight commotion arose within the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains.

The White Ape King's gaze swept over the 100,000 demons below, then he took a sudden step forward, his voice like thunder, echoing throughout the entire mountain range:

"Listen up, everyone! This is my demon race's Golden Crow Lord! From this day forward, he will be our demon race's sole emperor!!"

Under the immense pressure of the demon king, countless demons simultaneously felt a tremendous pressure and bowed their heads.

However, among the densely packed demon race, there were quite a few demons whose eyes flickered slightly.

Those gazes undoubtedly carried a hint of curiosity, and even a hint of doubt.

After all, the "Golden Crow Lord" in front of them looked really... too thin and weak.

It has no wings that blot out the sky, no scales to protect its body, no hundred-foot-tall body, and not even any of the characteristics that a demon race should have.

Could this seemingly "frail" human really be a legendary mythical realm expert? Or perhaps a member of the long-lost Golden Crow clan?

Although no one dared to say these thoughts out loud, Xia Jin saw them all.

In this quiet place,

"Hey! Lord Golden Crow!"

A rough and slightly provocative voice suddenly came from a giant peak on the eastern side of the mountain range.

All the demons present suddenly looked up and gazed in that direction.

At the summit of that mountain, a giant wolf, entirely black, slowly stood up.

The giant wolf was nearly a hundred feet long, and its fur was covered with faint dark purple demonic patterns. It was clearly at the ninth level of the Great Power Realm, only one step away from the legendary Saint Realm!

Not far from him, on another crimson mountain rock, a giant python engulfed in dark red flames slowly raised its triangular head, also possessing the strength of the ninth level of the Great Power Realm.

"The Nine Nether Wolves, and that Flaming Serpent! Those two troublemakers are back again!"

"These two are no pushovers. They've always been unruly among our demon race, and they don't even necessarily give face to the three great demon kings..."

Upon seeing these two figures, numerous discussions arose once again.

The Nine Nether Wolf's eerie green eyes stared directly at Xia Jin high in the sky. "This is Lord Golden Crow, isn't it? I, Old Wolf, am a rough man, and I speak my mind!"

"Although the three demon kings all say you are powerful, and we trust their judgment, but..."

He paused, his eyes flashing with a sudden green light. "Now, our 100,000 elite demon warriors are gathered here, and in the future, we will follow you, sir, to conquer the territories of other races! But we haven't yet witnessed you in action!"

A hint of mockery flashed in Yan She's cold, vertical pupils: "Not bad! This Golden Crow Lord, could you perhaps open our eyes and show us your skills? Otherwise... among our 100,000 brothers, I'm afraid many might not be completely convinced!"

Upon hearing this, the entire Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range fell silent.

Many demons' gazes shifted back and forth between the Nine Nether Wolf, the Flaming Serpent, and Xia Jin.

Although most demons dared not say it openly, the words of the Nine Nether Wolves and the Flaming Serpent did indeed touch upon the doubts in the hearts of many.

"Insolence!! You two, who gave you the audacity to openly question an adult?!"

Suddenly, two cold glints flashed in the eyes of the White Ape King standing behind Xia Jin. Two ferocious fangs protruded from the corners of his mouth, and the hair on his body stood on end like needles. He was about to take a step forward and teach them a lesson.

"Wait, White Ape King."

But just before he could make a move, Xia Jin gently blocked his way with one hand.