“Arrogance requires capital!” he thought via inner-voice transmission.
“If a demon can remain arrogantly confident for over a hundred thousand years without perishing, then he must possess something truly unique!”
“Take Qiao Wensong, for example!”
“A proud little mantis demon! Although it’s unclear how he managed to become Uncle Shang Jinleng.”
“But his power is indisputable!”
“He single-handedly pummeled the three Demon Kings of the Sanctuary into the ground!”
“Zhuo Kong and Zhuo Yi, their strength was slightly inferior—both were brutally obliterated first, body and soul destroyed!”
“And only Shang Jinleng remained, struggling alone.”
“Without the Blood-Flesh Ten-Thousand Souls Cauldron to aid him, his strength was greatly reduced; before Qiao Wensong he had no means of resistance.”
“In such a situation, being crushed was only a matter of time.”
Soon, Qiao Wensong flashed back to distance himself, sending Ye Yu a questioning glance.
“Leave no survivors?”
Ye Yu casually waved his hand.
Qiao Wensong nodded, then turned to Shang Jinleng with a bloodthirsty smile.
Just as the latter thought he was about to meet his end right there, he let out a resentful roar!
At that moment, the entire Rogue Demon City shook as ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) if an earthquake had struck. A surging aura swept across the arena.
Ye Yu and Nangong Jingtang looked up at the sky, feeling the sudden influx of demonic energy. It seemed the final wave of the Demon Realm’s revival had arrived! Perhaps it was time for those at the Demonic Emperor Realm to awaken!
Meanwhile, as Qiao Wensong charged at Shang Jinleng, he abruptly halted in place, a glint flashing in his eyes.
Ye Yu frowned. He could clearly feel that the Divine-Steed Mind-Control Art had been severed from Qiao Wensong!
No wonder—at present, Ye Yu was only at the peak Demon Lord Realm, able at most to control someone at the peak Demon King Realm. And with the surge of demonic energy, Qiao Wensong’s strength would inevitably rebound to half-step Emperor Realm! With that increase, the mind-control would naturally fail!
Sure enough, in less than two breaths’ time Qiao Wensong’s gaze cleared. He looked at the blood-soaked Shang Jinleng and cradled him tenderly in his arms.
Voice trembling, he said, “Child, you’ve suffered enough!”
Although he had been under mind control before, now that he was clear-headed again his memories remained intact. Qiao Wensong fully understood what he had done—and felt deeply remorseful.
Shang Jinleng trembled all over, not from fear but from anger. “Big brother, have you got the nerve to say that? Do you think I don’t know how much I’ve suffered? I’ve been beaten to this state entirely because of you!”
He spat out two teeth.
“Now you drop the killer moves and turn on the sentimentality, is that it? Pfft, you think you can toy with me? No way!”
With that, he tore himself free from Qiao Wensong’s embrace and sneered, “Bastard—kill me if you dare! I’m not afraid of you. Don’t try to put on another show! I’m not buying it!”
Smack!
Qiao Wensong issued a cold rebuke, “Who are you calling ‘bastard’? I’m your uncle!”
Shang Jinleng spat out two more teeth. His face throbbed with pain. “Great... today I’ve been slapped so many times, I’m changed forever! My face hurts—just kill me quick!”
Seeing Shang Jinleng’s beaten, swollen face, Qiao Wensong’s heart ached once more. “Oh dear, I hit too hard again!”
But he couldn’t help it—his emotions had been stirred, and he’d called out instinctively.
Solemnly he said, “Little Leng, don’t be angry. I really am your uncle—just now I was controlled by that sheep demon’s wondrous sorcery, which made me act against my will. But you have nothing to fear now! Uncle has returned to his prime; killing that sheep demon should pose no problem!”
He turned to Ye Yu, his aura icy with murderous intent.
Nangong Jingtang’s heart jumped. She had heard everything just now—so he’d been under mind control! No wonder he’d obeyed so submissively! But now that he’d broken free, and with the demonic energy’s revival... Qiao Wensong truly had returned to his peak! His power was terrifying beyond belief!
She sent a voice-transmission to Ye Yu: He’s an Elder of the Sanctuary—his strength is unfathomable. If you can’t control him again, we must flee. I’ll buy you some time!
Ye Yu shook his head slightly. Your guess was right—he’s already half-step Emperor Realm. If someone like that locks onto your qi, there’s no escaping. But don’t worry—I may not be able to kill him now, but that won’t always be the case!
Nangong Jingtang’s expression turned grave. She didn’t know why Ye Yu was so confident, but she instinctively chose to trust him.
Ye Yu raised his hand and lightly tapped the void in front of him.
That simple gesture caused Qiao Wensong to stagger backward in alarm, eyes darting warily forward.
As the saying goes, once bitten by a snake, ten years wary of a well rope. The terror of having his body dominated by Ye Yu was too vivid to forget, leaving lasting fear in Qiao Wensong’s heart—and was why he hadn’t struck immediately.
Seeing this, Ye Yu sneered. The gesture had merely been the tap of a confirmation key! Indeed, at his current peak Demon Lord Realm, facing a half-step Emperor was suicidal fantasy!
To change the game, he had to act differently. Without hesitation, Ye Yu withdrew ten thousand points and activated the Divine-Tier Lottery!
Soon, the massive wheel began to spin wildly, and Ye Yu’s gaze grew increasingly confident! The lottery only contained top-tier prizes—whatever he drew would surely make defeating Qiao Wensong effortless! It would only take a moment’s wait.
But how to keep the old fellow from striking first remained the critical task!
After a moment’s thought, Ye Yu clasped his hands behind his back, closed his eyes with supreme confidence, and called out, “Come, little mantis, seek your revenge!”
His mellow voice instantly echoed throughout Rogue Demon City! In that moment, Ye Yu transformed into a taunting cultivator, arrogance and assuredness writ large on his brow!
