Chapter 236: Nameless Divine Skill, Demonic Skill?
Chapter 236: Nameless Divine Skill, Demonic Skill?
The leader of Demonism was bold—shamelessly so.
It was normal for him to be naked. In fact, he considered clothing a nuisance during training, especially while cultivating in his blood tank. Covered in dried streaks of crimson and clothed only in arrogance, he stood tall before his disciples and followers, unashamed, unconcerned, and utterly self-indulgent.
He was proud—too proud.
With his endless access to resources and women, he had long since stopped caring about appearances or decency. Even playing with his female pets in front of a crowd didn't embarrass him in the slightest. To him, it was a show of power. A sign that he could do whatever he pleased, whenever he pleased.
But then—
John looked him up and down, tilted his head slightly, and casually remarked with a mocking tone,
"One or two inches at most. Don't embarrass yourself by letting it hang out."
Silence.
One or two inches?
For a moment, the leader was stunned.