Magic Emperors

Episode 4

In fear, Zhuo Fan clenched his hands in front of his chest. The pain was so excruciating, it made him kneel, muttering, “What happened? Is my cultivation deviated?”

His heart was filled with panic. If he deviated to the right as he built his foundation, the result would not be as simple as losing all progress. He would never again be able to cultivate, he would become paralyzed.

But the pain disappeared as soon as it came.

Zhuo Fan stood up and took a deep breath. He can't make heads or tails.

But the next step brings the same heartache!

“No, this is not a deviation but.. demon heart!”

Thinking of this, he began to search for the source of the heart demon. If a cultivator ignored him, he was not far from deviating and becoming a demon.

Zhuo Fan immediately found the source, but the result left him feeling dissatisfied.

Before being possessed, Zhuo Fan was a loyal servant. The young miss of the Luo clan was very kind to him and he promised to serve a lifetime to the clan. The hatred before death was born from regret for not protecting the Luo clan.

It was then that the Demon Emperor's hatred and hatred fused together, possessing his soul and breathing life into his body. And his hatred became a contract with the Demon Emperor, turning into his shackles.

In short, the Demon Emperor was alive so that he could replace him in protecting the Luo clan, or else the heart demon would haunt him.

“Blowout! Punk is the worst. She wants me to be a waitress?” Zhuo Fan wanted to cry but no tears came out as he continued to curse.

How could the great and great Demon Emperor Zhuo Yifan, the Eighth Emperor of the Sacred Region, be bound by a nameless clan?

But the heart demon cannot be ignored either.

Helpless, he caressed his forehead, “It would be better if a punk like you wanted revenge. This way, I need a few years to kill him. Yet... You went and ruined my life.”

“Who's there? Show yourself!”

An old voice shouted and Zhuo Fan felt a strong killing intent aimed at his location.

Shaking his head, he sighed and walked out.

Ever since he was caught, he might as well deal with that traitorous Steward Sun…

Seeing who it was, Steward Sun smiled mockingly, “Huh, I wonder who it is, when in fact it is just a little bastard.”

Then Steward Sun turned to Luo Yunchang, not paying him any heed.

“Junk, grandpa Sun, traitor. As long as we're here, you won't hurt a single hair on young miss and young master. ” The captain of the Luo clan guards took a step forward.

Luo Yunchang glared back, her beautiful face filled with determination, “Steward Sun, Returning Dragon Palm is a spirit rank martial art passed down in the Luo clan for generations. We will never hand it over.”

Zhuo Fan snorted inside.

He wondered why the mountain bandits had invaded the Luo clan. It was all just for spirit rank martial arts.

In the Martial Emperor Continent, all cultivation methods and martial arts were divided into five ranks: spirit, profound, earth and heaven. Each in turn is divided into low, medium and high. In the Sacred Domain, spirit rank martial arts were at every corner and were just trash in the eyes of a Demon Emperor like himself. He already has thousands of them.

It's a waste to die for that kind of trash.

Zhuo Fan sighed and shouted boredly, “Young Miss, it's just a spirit rank martial art. Just give it to him and I'll give you another.”

All eyes shook in surprise, then looked at him like a bean box.

“Zhuo Fan, his tone is rather naughty. You have it there. Taking out a random spirit rank martial art? On what basis could a fifteen-year-old Luo clan servant do that? Hahaha.”.

Steward Sun threw his head back and laughed, his eyes filled with ridicule. Even the bandits followed with mocking laughter at them, not hiding their ridicule.

The guards looked at him doubtfully. Even her former friends who were familiar with her looked strange.

[The child is usually honest. Why is he suddenly talking nonsense? Did the mountain bandits scare him?]

[Eh, I must!]

With that, all the guards changed their appearance to be sympathetic.

Zhuo Fan looked through them and simply shrugged. His repertoire was not limited to spirit rank martial arts, and even included the ancient art of the Demon Emperor, the Nine Serenity Secret Note. But they'll never believe it.

“Zhuo Fan, enough nonsense. Hurry up and take care of the young master. ”

Zhuo Fan turned to the sound of scolding to find Luo Yunchang in a mask of anger. But his eyes showed a hint of pity.

THE END