The Steward Demonic Emperor

’s with Steward Zhuo? Why is he so angry?]

 

Zhuo Fan had no clue why, but felt something amiss when Xie Tianyang flung his hand off the girl’s head.
It only got worse when Luo Yunchang showed up and her words stung him.

 

He was now sulking and had no one to vent on.

 

Suddenly, Zhuo Fan shouted, “Wait!”

 

They all looked around to see where Zhuo Fan was looking.
The Sun clan’s four were tip-toeing away. 

 

They were depressed.
They worked so hard on their cultivation the last five years too.
They thought with their strength, it was enough to at least take Zhuo Fan to his grave together if not alone.

 

But then they saw that monstrous Zhuo Fan turn into an abomination, killing with intent.

 

The four of them had no chance whatsoever now.
They would be finished in a blink!

 

Oh, they still wanted revenge of course, but that didn’t mean becoming cannon fodder was in their plan.
Only an idiot would jump right in when there was no chance of victory.

 

So they chose to high tail out of there!

 

Once Zhuo Fan figured out who they were, he no longer cared about them.
But now he needed a good punching bag to blow off some steam and they became the perfect targets.

 

Zhuo Fan hardly ever got angry, especially the kind of dubious and inexplicable type of anger he was feeling right now.

 

But now that he ran into these guys, he felt like the luckiest man alive.

 

Staggering, the old man in front stiffly looked back as he used the same hoarse voice, “You need something?”

 

Are you serious?

 

[You’re asking me? After you had the gall to shout that you’ll kill me?]

 

Zhuo Fan smiled in anger, walking towards them while spouting, “Cai Rong, Cai Xiaoting, and the Sun clan’s father and daughter, drop the dumb act!”

 

The four shuddered as they turned, yet they were too scared to even look him in the eye.

 

Luo Yunchang’s group jerked.
They threw the four out of their clan but who knew they’d end up looking like freaks of nature? 

 

Zhuo Fan cared not about their flimsy explanations and appeared right in front of the four as he taunted, “Come then.
Weren’t you gonna take revenge? I’ll take you all on and even give you two free moves!”

 

Their faces sank, no longer arrogant as before, but down in the dumps.

 

[What good will two moves do when you can kill us with intent alone?]

 

“Don’t feel like it?”

 

That only got Zhuo Fan’s rage to tower higher and roared, “Since you have no guts, kneel.
See how I put you in your place!”

 

Regardless of how unwilling they were, their knees buckled.

 

To kneel or not to kneel? That was the question.

 

Kneeling was shameful, but most likely a better outcome than ending up a smear on the ground at this savage’s hands.

 

[Life is ever precious.
Face matters not, especially with our creepy looks.]

 

One after the other, they bent their knees and fell on Zhuo Fan’s feet.

 

Luo Yunchang cried, “H-how did you all end up like this?”

 

“How else? The Hell Valley gave them some double-edged demonic method.” A Demonic Emperor like Zhuo Fan saw through them in a flash as he cursed, “Just look at yourselves! You’re neither human nor monster and yet you still want to live? Is this the awe inspiring power you all sought? Especially you, instead of staying as an elder in the Luo clan you went ahead and threw your whole lot with the Sun clan! What a fool.”

 

Zhuo Fan sputtered into Cai Rong’s flushed face.

 

Zhuo Fan had hardly had enough and kept on flinging curses, “Do you know why you look like this? It’s what you deserve for being so adamant in becoming someone’s lap dogs.
Even as an elder of the Luo clan, you wanted to climb aboard Hell Valley.
Now that you did, you’re worth less than even a dog! Idiot, nitwit, dumbass, nimrod… “

 

Zhuo Fan was on a roll.
He was thorough in cursing out every bit of respect the four ever had.  

 

They couldn’t even muster a retort.

 

Luo Yunchang glanced at Zhuo Fan with complicated thoughts.

 

“Zhuo Fan, kill us or torture us.
But stop with the insults!” Cai Rong had had enough it seemed.

 

Zhuo Fan squinted, “Kill you? Why would I ever do that?”

 

The four were startled and echoed, “You won’t kill us?”

 

“Of course not.
I only care about two kinds of people.
Friends, to hang out with, and enemies, to kill!” Grinning, Zhuo Fan added, “What do you suppose you are?”

 

“Enemy?” Cai Rong tested.

 

Shaking his head, Zhuo Fan snickered.

 

“Friends… perhaps?” Cai Rong’s heart thumped with hope.
Was Zhuo Fan absolving them, was he going to help them?

 

Zhuo Fan was cracking up, and mocked them even harder, “Wrong, you are nothing to me! Just a bunch of clowns unworthy to kill and even less to call friends!

 

“Beat it! Live on like the dogs you are and have a taste of worldly pain as you reflect on your mistakes.
I expect a good show on your part!”

 

With a grin, Zhuo Fan finally felt at peace, having cursed them and humiliated them so thoroughly…