Zhang Da Yong formed a claw with his right hand, killing intent flashing in his eyes.
The Saint Monarch's fearsome reputation had been established for decades, earning him both the respect and fear of countless people.
Those who respected him saw him as a paragon of cultivation.
Those who feared him described him as a great calamity in a chaotic world.
But whether they praised or vilified him, they all looked up to him.
But now, someone had actually dared to say, "Fuck that dog-dick Demon Monarch, the stinking moron!" And the one who said it was a complete and utter piece of trash!
'How utterly preposterous.'
The first rule of the Holy Sect was: Those who disrespect the Demon Monarch shall be killed without mercy.
And as the first Dharma Protector under the Saint Monarch, how could he allow such a person to live in this world?
'Crushing this piece of trash would be as easy as crushing an ant.'
'This body might be weak, but Yang Mo isn't strong either.'
