Chapter 182: The Conversation of the Seven Great Sages
The Seven Great Sages were unable to resist the 36 demonic swords at all.
Instead, they suffered internal injuries from the demonic dragon’s attack.
But amidst their despair, the 36 demonic swords suddenly flew out by themselves…
The demonic swords no longer imprisoned Demon King Jiao.
They broke free from the dragon tomb and entered the void, flying in the direction of the Yuhua God Dynasty’s Imperial Capital.
Demon King Jiao was excited beyond words.
He broke free from the dragon tomb.
Rumble!
Without the suppression of the 36 demonic swords, the dragon tomb was unable to suppress Demon King Jiao at all. He directly shattered the dragon tomb.
The flood dragon’s body soared toward the sky as it roared with all its might. Its body, which had expanded to a hundred times its original size, stretched across the sky. Its scales shone with cold light, its whiskers floated in the air, and its dragon horns grew out.
It looked majestic!
Roar!
Demon King Jiao roared as if he was venting.
The grievances in his heart poured out.
When countless powerhouses saw this scene, their faces froze as they looked at the peerless demon, Demon King Jiao.
Demon King Jiao was powerful—very powerful.
He was already at the tenth step of the Boundless Realm.
If these powerhouses fought against Demon King Jiao, none of them would dare to say that they would definitely win against the latter.
Demon King Jiao began to move the wind and the cloud.
He stirred them up with his every movement.
He roared crazily without restraint, venting his anger.
Finally, beneath the heavy rain, Demon King Jiao hovered in the air as large drops of tears fell.
“He released me…” Demon King Jiao murmured.
To him, this was a humiliation.
Demon King Jiao summoned his brothers.
The seven of them joined forces, but they didn’t manage to pull out the 36 demonic swords.
But amidst their despair—Lin Jiufeng—who was far away in the Imperial Capital, waved his hand gently and the demonic swords flew away.
Thus, Demon King Jiao was released from imprisonment.
After he vented his anger and roared as wildly as he could, he couldn’t help but feel depressed.
Which of the Seven Great Sages weren’t famous and proud peerless powerhouses in the previous era?
In the past, Demon King Jiao wouldn’t possibly be able to endure such humiliation.
Even if he died, he would drag Lin Jiufeng down with him.
But today, he forcefully endured the humiliation.
After all, he had been suppressed for decades.
He couldn’t bear to withstand another long period of suppression.
Demon King Jiao’s heart wasn’t as aloof as it was in the previous era anymore.
He deeply knew that the times had changed.
This wasn’t his era.
Hence, he moved the wind and the cloud to summon this heavy rain.
This way, no one would notice his tears falling down his cheeks.
Tears mixed with rainwater fell into the Wei River.
Demon King Jiao vented the grievances in his heart.
Then, he landed and transformed his body.
His six brothers looked at him.
Their gazes were fixed on him.
“Were you crying?” Demon King Dapeng directly asked.
Demon King Jiao’s face darkened.
His shrunken body twisted. “What crying? That’s rainwater on my face, okay?”
“You were crying,” the Great Sage of the Moving Mountain, Demon King Gui, affirmed.
He looked straight at Demon King Jiao.
Demon King Jiao was embarrassed by the gaze.
“Who’s crying? I was stirring clouds and wind to summon the rain. This is all rainwater.”
“What’s there to be embarrassed about crying? We’re all brothers here,” Demon King Yuan said indifferently.
“I told you—I didn’t cry!” Demon King Jiao gnashed his teeth in hatred.
He clearly made a good job hiding his tears.
But amidst the heavy rain, how did these brothers of his noticed his tears?
The Great Sage of the Dreaming, Yun Shanhai, said, “It’s too obvious…”
“We lived together for so many years, everyone knows your character.”
“You are extremely arrogant.”
“Surely after being disdained, suppressed and subsequently released on the other party’s own volition instead of breaking free with your own power …”
“You would feel humiliated, am I right?”
Demon King Jiao fell silent.
He sighed and replied softly. “I wonder if this was in the previous era, would I have tolerated such humiliation?”
“If it were any of us, we wouldn’t tolerate it, let alone you. We, the Seven Great Sages, were absolute monsters back then.”
“It’s not like we’ve never fought against someone stronger than ourselves. We’ve even caused havoc in the Quan Zhen Sect which is considered a Great Dao Sect,” the Great Sage of the White Clothed, Bai Zilong, said.
“It’s just that times are different now…”
“Brothers, the times have changed.”
The Great Sage of the Heaven Leveling, Demon King Pingtian, stated calmly.
“I already know about the existence of that terrifying monster in the Yuhua God Dynasty’s Imperial Capital many years ago.” Demon King Pingtian continued.
“I know…”
“Back then, you told me that he wasn’t someone to be trifled with…”
“But I’m curious, just how exactly did you get to know him?” Demon King Jiao asked curiously.
The other sages looked at Demon King Pingtian.
They were also curious about the answer to this question.
It seemed that there was a story behind it.
Even the Seven Great Sages were also gossipy similar to the common people of the world.
Demon King Pingtian smiled helplessly. “You asked me, but I didn’t give you an answer. It’s not because something is preventing me from telling you all. It’s just that it is an unforgettable memory for me and the demons of the previous era.”
“Those are memories that even I do not want to recall.”
Demon King Pingtian wryly smiled.
“What exactly happened?” The Great Sage of the Dreaming, Yun Shanhai, asked.
The others wore serious looks on their faces.
Shuash!
The heavy rain continued to fall, crashing onto the bodies of the sages, the Wei River, and Demon King Pingtian.
Demon King Pingtian didn’t hide from the rain.
He let the heavy rain drench him as he said, “All of you know that I once helped in building that demonic den under the invitation of a friend in the previous era.”
“We succeeded. More than 3,000 demons, Demon Kings, and Demon Gods gathered together and hid in the Land of Extreme Negative Energy. There, we patiently waited for the arrival of the brand-new era.”
“The brand-new era eventually arrived, but it brought with it a monster.”
“That monster whom we already know.”
“He was a young man in this brand-new era.”
“When he first opened the demonic den, he was only at the Grotto-Heaven Realm.”
“He would come and defeat a demon inside the demonic den every day.”
“He only used ten years to defeat everyone in that demonic den.”
“Ten years later, he was already an invincible figure to us.”
Demon King Pingtian succinctly explained his encounter with Lin Jiufeng.
The other sages were stunned.
“I thought every demon in that demonic den managed to come out?”
Demon King Jiao asked quizzically.
“It’s all because he took the initiative to let us out!”
“Otherwise, none of us would be here in the outside world today,” Demon King Pingtian replied in a low voice.
“Don’t you guys find it strange how those demons in that demonic den have all been silent these few decades?” Demon King Pingtian asked.
Everyone thought about it and agreed that this was indeed the case.
“It was all because everyone knows that with him around, no one can overthrow the Yuhua God Dynasty. If we don’t eliminate or defeat him, the Yuhua God Dynasty will become an established dynasty in this world.” Demon King Pingtian sighed.
“It hasn’t been long since the recovery of the world’s spiritual energy started, yet he is already so terrifying?” Demon King Dapeng mumbled in surprise.
“Perhaps, he is the child of destiny in this era.” Demon King Jiao sighed.
He looked at the Imperial Capital that was 10,000 miles away.
For some reason, he felt that Lin Jiufeng was staring at him.
“Then are we still going to fulfill our promises to the Dao sects, the demon sects, and the aristocratic families to join forces and invade the Imperial Capital of the Yuhua God Dynasty?”
Demon King Gui suddenly spoke up.
Before they came here to save Demon King Jiao, they had already arranged their follow-up plans.
Emperor De was seriously ill.
If they took advantage of the situation to take the Imperial Capital of the Yuhua God Dynasty for themselves and even destroyed it, the peacefulness of the world today would immediately shatter.
“Do you want to?” Demon King Jiao looked at Demon King Gui.
“No!” Demon King Gui shook his head.
“But they have already gone there. They brought many powerhouses with them, including the powerhouses of some thousand-year-old aristocratic families,” Demon King Dapeng said.
“Then let’s stay here and enjoy their performance from afar.” Demon King Pingtian proposed.
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