Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

"Wow..."

A very faint sound, like clothes brushing against the air, came from the air above and to their side.

Xia Xiyao, Nangong Qiuyue, Jiang Xiaoming, and Cang Feng were all slightly taken aback.

A tall, imposing figure, radiating boundless oppression, had silently appeared in mid-air not far above them, before slowly descending from the sky.

Demon Lord Cain, with his indifferent and disdainful gaze, appeared before everyone like a supreme, majestic, and domineering monarch!

"..."

Nangong Qiuyue and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Who...is this person?" Nangong Qiuyue looked around in confusion and tentatively asked, "Do you know him?"

Jiang Xiaoming shook his head blankly, "I don't know him..."

Cang Feng didn't speak, but narrowed his eyes, his gaze behind his glasses sharp as a hawk's, revealing a look of vigilance.

This person has such a powerful aura!

They look like demons?

However, he couldn't sense the level of magic power emanating from the other party at all.

This person's strength is probably at least at the late stage of the Soul Emperor realm!

The Demon race is a member of the Alliance of All Races in this War of All Races, so they shouldn't be affiliated with the gene company...

If they weren't enemies...

"Excuse me..." Xia Xiyao tilted her head, her clear eyes showing little fear, only pure curiosity: "Who are you? Is there something you need?"

Demon Lord Cain remained expressionless, seemingly ignoring Xia Xiyao's question.

His dark red eyes, which seemed to contain an endless sea of ​​blood and raging flames, swept over Xia Xiyao, Nangong Qiuyue, and Cang Feng in turn.

Finally, their gazes settled firmly on Jiang Xiaoming.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaoming was still surrounded by the apostle magic that Ye Ge had given him.

He stared blankly at Kahn's intensely oppressive gaze, instinctively shrinking his neck as a chill inexplicably rose down his back.

I have a bad feeling about this...

"So you are Jiang Xiaoming?" Demon Lord Kahn spoke slowly, his majestic and indifferent voice carrying a metallic, icy demonic quality.

Jiang Xiaoming: "Yes...yes...what's wrong?"

Nangong Qiuyue exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, Xiaomingzi, besides us, there are actually people who know your name!"

Jiang Xiaoming: "......"

"So this is your true face." Kahn's dark red eyes narrowed slightly, his extremely oppressive gaze fixed on him: "Besides magic, I didn't expect you to also harbor the malevolent power of an ancient beast race. How interesting. Very well, now you are worthy to be my opponent."

"Uh...hehe..." Jiang Xiaoming blushed a little when praised for the first time, scratching himself embarrassedly. "You're welcome...Hmm? What did you say? Be my rival?"

"Come on, make your move!" Kahn's fighting spirit suddenly intensified, his eyes sharpened, and he unleashed his magic!

A terrifying, pure black demonic flame, seemingly originating from the deepest depths of the netherworld, suddenly erupted from Kahn's body without warning!

An indescribable, terrifying pressure, capable of changing the color of mountains and rivers and instantly annihilating the souls of low-level beings, descended like a tangible sky curtain!

It instantly covered Jiang Xiaoming, Xia Xiyao, Cang Feng, and Nangong Qiuyue completely!

In an instant, the immense power of the peak of the ninth stage of the Soul Emperor Realm was fully revealed! The air seemed to solidify into an iron plate, and every breath became extremely difficult. Invisible pressure squeezed in from all directions, as if to crush their bodies and souls together!

"Peak Soul Emperor Realm??" Cang Feng gritted his teeth and raised his arm, struggling to resist the overwhelming surge of demonic energy. His pupils shrank: "Could this person be... the leader of the five strongest beings among all races, the current Demon Lord of the Demon Race, Kahn???"

Jiang Xiaoming was shocked: "Huh?!?!"

Nangong Qiuyue's expression also brightened, and she exclaimed in shock, "He's the legendary Demon Lord Kahn? The strongest being in the myriad races realm?!"

"According to the rules of the demon race."

Kahn seemed oblivious to the shock of the crowd. His majestic and disdainful gaze was fixed solely on Jiang Xiaoming. He slowly raised one hand, and in his palm, a dark demonic flame, extremely restrained yet seemingly capable of devouring all light, burned quietly, emitting a destructive aura that sent chills down one's spine.

"The victor devours the power of the vanquished."

"Although I don't know why a human like you can possess such pure magic power, the fact that you can use the Demon God's Dharma Form means that you also have the potential to become the supreme ruler of my demon race."

"Defeat me, and you will become the new Demon Lord leading the demon race."

"...Huh???" Jiang Xiaoming pointed at himself, completely bewildered: "Demon...Demon Lord? Me?"

Nangong Qiuyue tilted her head and said seriously, "I think you should focus on the three qualifications of 'demon lord' rather than the two words 'demon lord'."

Jiang Xiaoming: "...Do you even need to tell me that?"

Kahn's eyes were cold: "My current cultivation level is at the peak of the Soul Emperor realm, only one step away from the legendary demigod realm. If either of us can kill the other and obtain the demonic power from him, we may have a chance to advance to demigod."

His demonic flames surged, his fighting spirit soaring to the heavens: "So, no more words needed. Make your move, Jiang Xiaoming!"

“Or…” A hint of anticipation flashed in Kahn’s bloodshot eyes, “If you find it troublesome, you can simply summon your demonic avatar. Let me see just how much you have mastered it.”

"..."

Jiang Xiaoming felt a dryness in his throat and subconsciously swallowed. He felt like something was off...

"Um... are you sure you haven't got the wrong person?"

"Your name is Jiang Xiaoming, right?" Kahn's tone left no room for argument.

"The name is correct..." Jiang Xiaoming said weakly.

"Then it's you." Kahn said expressionlessly and decisively.

"But how could I possibly know any demonic form..." Jiang Xiaoming cried, "I think you must have made a mistake. It wasn't me who used the demonic form!"

Kahn's eyes turned cold: "Trying to play dumb again? Who else could possess such pure ancient demonic power within you?"

Jiang Xiaoming: "Would you believe me if I said this magic isn't mine...?"

"I don't believe it." Kahn's answer was concise and cold.

"..."

“Last time outside Crimson Dragon City, you used this trick of ‘pretending to be a mortal’ to slip past me right under my nose,” Kahn said coldly. “Being able to hide your aura in front of me is indeed remarkable. But this time, nothing you say will fool me.”

"..." Upon hearing this, Nangong Qiuyue suddenly felt as if she knew roughly what had happened...