"Now that we've agreed, isn't it time you taught me how to conquer that thing?" Ren Feifan urged.
He wasn't here to make idle chit-chat with the Demon King.
The Demon King nodded gravely and then, with a gesture of his fingers, he formed countless magic signals.
Gradually, a ball of dark qi began to condense in the palm of the Demon King's hand. The dark qi grew denser and was constantly compressed until it ultimately formed something resembling a black elixir.
"Kid, the object of extreme evil is not something the average person can resolve, but I, the King, can. Furthermore, with your inherently extreme evil destiny, it's as if you were born for it! You are naturally fated with my Demon Sect. Have you ever considered abandoning the heritage of Saint Doctor's Gate and joining my Demon Sect?"
The Demon King offered an olive branch earnestly.
