"Evil King Sect entrance?"
Zhong Shenxiu was not wearing gloves at that moment, draped in a white robe, with his face covered with an Asura mask.
Even his aura, along with the magnetic field emitted as a Great Grandmaster, was nearly identical to that of the Undying Evil Emperor.
Combined with the Great Grandmaster's innate imposing presence, he brazenly entered through the main gate, and all the Evil King Sect disciples he encountered knelt and kowtowed, addressing him as Sect Master, none harboring any doubts.
Even the Evil Dao Grandmasters, upon seeing the Undying Evil Emperor without making a sound, would first frighten themselves until they shook.
Zhong Shenxiu regally made his way to the Evil King Sect's grand hall and, with a flick of his sleeve, seated himself on the throne of the Evil King Sect. Internally, he was somewhat astonished:
'Could the Evil King Sect be an empty husk, an enormous carrot? Is there truly only one Great Grandmaster, and no others hidden?'
