Our Demon Cult Is Just Missing Talent Like You

"Good! With one palm, I seize the sun and moon; with half a step, I shatter Heaven's Gate... Truly worthy of the Demon Sect's leader!"

A sword-wielding middle-aged man staggered back dozens of meters, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell, unable to get up again.

"..."

Having merely taken half a step and gently pushed out one palm, Dongfang Xian could only stare in confusion. I haven't even used any strength, and you're already down. Are you trying to scam me for compensation?

"Good! The pinnacle of strength, a palm supporting the Five Sacred Mountains... Truly worthy of the greatest under heaven!"

A bald monk, his body covered in bulging muscles, roared, "Hear the Way in the morning, and you can die content in the evening... Master! Today, your disciple is fortunate enough to learn what 'strength' truly is..."

"..."

With his palm raised slightly, Dongfang Xian's body trembled a little because he'd spent too long building up to the movement. He just wanted to roar, "I'm not the Demon Sect's leader! What are you all imagining?"

But still... it felt great!

Dongfang Xian stopped a pretty young woman and asked, "Miss, do you have a moment? Would you be interested in learning about our Star Moon Sect..."

The young woman smiled sweetly. "Dongfang Xian, don't you recognize me...?"

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