“If this had happened an hour ago, Ye Yu wouldn’t dare to shout like that—Qiao Wensong would have torn him to pieces at once!”
“If a mantis is just a mantis, then fine—but to add ‘little’ before it cuts straight into his hidden pain.”
“This concerns a male demon’s pride; it’s not to be taken lightly!”
“But now, Qiao Wensong didn’t act—he even became all the more cautious!”
“There was no choice: the Divine-Steed Mind-Control Art had left too deep a shadow in his heart.”
“To control someone at the peak Demon King Realm with only Demon Lord Realm cultivation—such a thing was utterly inconceivable!”
“Even Qiao Wensong, raised in the Sanctuary, had never heard of such a marvel.”
“So he had every reason to suspect Ye Yu came from a terrifying place, with secrets even the Sanctuary hadn’t learned.”
“But none of that mattered now; the important question was how to respond!”
“This man was so reckless; he must have unknown trump cards yet to play.”
“Retreating seemed the only sensible choice.”
“But in front of his nephew, his boasts were already made!”
“To leave now would be to bury his face in the dust!”
“Qiao Wensong could not tolerate that, and fell into deep torment.”
“Beside him, Shang Jinleng had had enough.”
“If you really are my uncle, then go fight him! Teach him a lesson!”
“Irritated, Qiao Wensong snapped, “Shut up!””
“Shang Jinleng instinctively pressed his hand to his face.”
“He was nearly driven to madness by the beating.”
“Fear flickered in his eyes whenever he looked at Qiao Wensong.”
“Well, if you won’t say it, then fine. Big deal!”
“Shang Jinleng withdrew half a step, but fixed his gaze on Nangong Jingtang.”
“The thirty thousand years of sealed suffering—he could never forget.”
“No matter what Qiao Wensong planned next, Shang Jinleng would never let Nangong Jingtang leave alive. That was his bottom line.”
“At that moment, Ye Yu judged the time was right and opened his eyes.”
“He saw the pointer had landed on a very small slot.”
“The characters inside were tiny—impossible to read without peering closely.”
“Ye Yu’s heart leapt with joy.”
“Usually, the rarer the prize, the smaller its slot.”
“Could it be that this Divine-Tier Lottery had drawn an unprecedented super prize?”
“Ye Yu squinted hard at the tiny letters, his face flushing red.”
“Damn it!”
“The small slot bore four words:”
“‘Thank you for your patronage!’”
“System, get out here right now!”
“This was too unfair!”
“With Earth-Tier draws I could forgive a ‘thank you for your patronage’—it cost only a thousand Justice Points.”
“But Divine-Tier cost ten thousand! Do you know how hard that is to earn?”
“This is outrageous—this is rigged!”
“As Ye Yu vented his fury, the pointer jumped forward two slots—”
“It turned out he had opened his eyes too quickly, before the wheel fully stopped.”
“The pointer landed on a red slot:”
“‘Hundred Thousand Years of Hard Cultivation!’”
“In an instant, surging demonic energy converged from all directions.”
“A vast vortex formed above Rogue Demon City.”
“Heaven and earth seemed to change color!”
“Such a terrifying celestial phenomenon made Nangong Jingtang, Qiao Wensong, and the others stare in disbelief.”
“What was the source of this sudden demonic energy?”
“Ye Yu’s realm began to soar wildly!”
“Early Demon King Realm... mid Demon King Realm... late Demon King Realm!”
“He ascended three minor realms in succession, on the brink of Demonic Emperor Realm!”
“This was Ye Yu’s highest cultivation so far!”
“The sensation of being suffused with demonic power was utterly addictive!”
Tsk tsk tsk, Ye Yu mused: perhaps I judged the system too harshly just now. But now that we’re on familiar terms, it shouldn’t mind!
Justice Points: XXX!
“Qiao Wensong narrowed his eyes and said coldly, “So you were hiding your true cultivation?””
“Ye Yu refused to dignify him /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ with an answer.”
“Arguing with someone who plays the fool is only infuriating.”
“If you never know when he’ll suddenly pretend ignorance, the best choice is to ignore him.”
“Still, Qiao Wensong’s half-step Emperor Realm was an excellent blade if one could wield it!”
“So Ye Yu raised his hand and unleashed the Divine-Steed Mind-Control Art once more.”
“Qiao Wensong’s pupils constricted and he raised his hand before his face.”
The same formation—will I be dominated again?
“After several breaths, calm returned.”
“Qiao Wensong stared at his body in disbelief, then at Ye Yu, whose expression was deadly serious!”
“What sorcery was this? I was told he could only control someone one realm above!”
“Everything worked before—why not now?”
“Ye Yu pondered: could it be that demons above peak Demon King Realm, including half-step Emperor Realm, are immune?”
“Hmm, that seems likely. I’ll ask Pei Chuxia later—she must know the answer.”
“A thrill of delight rose in Qiao Wensong’s heart.”
“He could tell Ye Yu could no longer control him.”
“With that thought, he couldn’t contain himself and laughed uproariously!”
“Alas, that hearty laugh did not last long!”
“A demonic blade pierced Qiao Wensong’s heart!”
“He twisted in shock and saw his nephew Shang Jinleng—no, it was Ye Yu in disguise!”
“Shang Jinleng’s eyes glowed crimson, just like Ye Yu’s had moments ago.”
“Indeed! This was Ye Yu’s trick: if he couldn’t control you, why not control a peak Demon King instead?”
“The uncle-nephew duel must go on!”
“Qiao Wensong shoved Shang Jinleng aside and tried to pull out the blade from his heart.”
“But in the next instant, the three moons in the sky overlapped, unleashing a dazzling light that instantly slew him on the spot!”
“The Supreme Decree Talisman for Demon King Realm was truly supreme!”
“Ye Yu did not spare Shang Jinleng either.”
“With a sweep, he killed him too!”
“A half-step Emperor could serve as a mighty sword, but you’re only peak Demon King—you don’t deserve it!”
“Besides, you tried to kill Nangong Jingtang. How could I let you live?”
“After it was over, a figure in white feathered robes descended from the sky.”
“It was Yue Wanqiu!”
“She landed precisely between Ye Yu and Nangong Jingtang.”
