"Heaven-Stealing Alliance. So long as the heavens deny us, the great theft will never cease. A good, good name!"
Zhao Jianji and the other Primordial Demons' eyes lit up. When they heard the name they'd held for twenty years suddenly change, they didn't feel the slightest discomfort. Instead, they felt this was how it was always meant to be.
'So, birds of a feather really do flock together?'
Wu Dao glanced at Zhao Jianji.
'He hadn't expected that. He'd only just announced the name of the Heaven-Stealing Alliance, and Zhao Jianji had already beaten him to the punch, articulating its core values.'
'It saved him the trouble of explaining.'
"The second matter."
Once the Primordial Demons had calmed down,
Wu Dao rose to his feet. His imposing physique cast a shadow that blotted out the heavens as he looked down upon the Seventy-Two Primordial Demons, wisps of demonic Divine Fire slowly igniting in his eyes.
"Do you want to know what true Power is?"
THUMP-THUMP-THUMP—
