A ruler is supreme.
A Demon Lord is supreme among demons!
The instant crimson foxfire ignited in the young man’s palm, demons roared in the shadowy alleys of Qingqiu City.
Lu Qingyu awakened the legendary Celestial Fox bloodline, and the bewitching young woman Bai Xiaoli appeared beneath the moonlight.
A soft chime from her silver bells shattered the attacking yaksha, yet after the battle she became a white fox and curled up in his arms, fast asleep.
When Hua Wuyue, president of the Hundred Demons Commerce Guild, pressed a bloodstained bronze token against his chest, the demonic aura throughout the city suddenly surged. Seal-script characters from the Classic of Mountains and Seas surfaced beneath the flagstones, phantom snakes swam through the neon lights, and in the mirror Lu Qingyu saw nine blazing fox tails swaying behind him.
“The Shadow Pavilion doesn’t want your life,” Hua Wuyue said, lightly tapping the bloodstain between his brows with her folding fan. “When Chaos awakens, they want the head of the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons.”
As the cat demon Lingdang carried over a bloodstained talisman in her teeth and the swordsman Xiao Han cleaved open a bronze cauldron sealed for a thousand years, Lu Qingyu discovered that golden markings shaped like chains appeared on Bai Xiaoli’s wrist whenever she used her demonic powers. When the roar of the ancient ferocious beast Chaos shattered Qingqiu City’s barrier and the Shadow Pavilion master, Ye Wuhen, drove his bone sword through Bai Xiaoli’s heart, Lu Qingyu finally saw the nine-tailed phantom shifting deep within her eyes. The Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, who had fallen three hundred years ago, had never truly died.
Now the foxfire in the young man’s palm scorched through the night sky, and ancient demonic script sealed within his bloodline began to flow. He had to save not only the white fox girl growing cold in his arms, but also the nine-tailed Demon Lord reflected in the mirror, gazing back at him.
