Tian Yongfu was Master Nian Yuanji’s most trusted retainer, and now he lay in that state. Naturally, Nian Yuanji wanted vengeance.
He had to admit that Ye Yu was indeed powerful, but his own early Demon Sovereign Realm cultivation wasn’t for nothing. As soon as he struck, he would surely defeat this odd Demon Lord Realm brat!
Yet if he did so, the entire Sha Tian Pavilion would hang its head in shame—beaten first by a junior, then by a fellow elder. That reputation would be utterly disgraceful!
Still, he could not suppress his resentment. His expression flickered wildly.
Valley Lord Wen Yinqing of Suoxian Valley noticed the change and hurried to his side, whispering, “All the demon sects of Lotus Province are watching. Think thrice before you act, lest you soil your sect’s name. After all, master to master, disciple to disciple.”
Clenching his fists, Nian Yuanji bellowed, “Where is the Lord of the Chi Demon Hall?”
“What’s your old man got to do with it?” Mo Geilian sprang to his feet, cursing under his breath. He’d been watching Nian Yuanji closely—surely he intended to intervene—so he rose to confront him. And if Nian Yuanji dared to disgrace himself, Mo Geilian planned to be the first to pummel him.
Nian Yuanji nearly choked on his words. Pointing at Mo Geilian, he growled, “Just you wait, Young Master Geilian—I'll make you pay!”
“I’d rather smash your skull first!” Mo Geilian shot back, hands on his hips.
Nian Yuanji clutched his chest, stammering, “I—”
“I dragon your horse!” Mo Geilian taunted.
Hack hack hack!
Infuriated, Nian Yuanji erupted into violent coughing, sinking back into his chair, gasping for breath.
Wen Yinqing hurried forward to soothe him, yet inwardly he was puzzled. Something’s off.
Watching Ye Yu’s display of power had filled him with awe. He had fully believed the rumors: a Dream Demon possessing such terrifying physical strength truly deserved the title of the demon realm’s supreme body-tempering art.
But the Lord of the Chi Demon Hall didn’t look like a Demon Sovereign Realm expert—instead, Mo Geilian’s aura was only that of a Demon Emperor Realm!
Was there something amiss?
Though curious, Wen Yinqing chose not to question it immediately, deciding instead to observe further.
As the onlookers bickered, the shattered arena was swiftly restored by array formations. Ye Yu still stood at the center, yet no trace of joy crossed his face.
He wasn’t putting on airs—he truly couldn’t be happy. He had expected that each battle would deepen his insights and raise his cultivation. Why had only his Strength attribute increased?
Hadn’t he fought enough times?
With that thought, Ye Yu raised his head and called coldly, “Next!”
Those three words left the demons staring at one another. Next? Who dared? Which sect had such a champion?
None stepped forward. Ye Yu frowned and asked again, “Is there really no one else?”
Wen Yinqing exchanged glances with the other sect masters before rising. “It seems there is no next challenger. Ye Yu, demon friend, you have proven your might. We—your fellow sect masters—will now contest among ourselves to decide the foremost sect!”
At once, every sect master began to agree. Their minds were simple: get Ye Yu off the stage as soon as possible. After all, this fellow was too dangerous. If even a late-stage Demon Emperor like Tian Yongfu couldn’t defeat him, who else dared face him?
A Demon Sovereign Realm cultivator? Ridiculous. In a minor province like Lotus, a Demon Sovereign was already at the pinnacle. Only the three top sect masters possessed such power. The rest were all late-stage or peak Demon Emperors. If they fought Ye Yu and lost, they’d lose all face; if they won by realm pressure, it wouldn’t be a point of pride.
Who among them could confidently defeat Tian Yongfu?
Thus the only solution was to have Ye Yu leave the stage!
The sect masters pressed him, and Ye Yu said in a low voice, “I can continue the challenge—even if it’s a sect master!”
At that, many masters went pale. “Do you really mean to trample us beneath your feet to rise?”
They all protested, “Ye Yu, demon friend, that’s against the rules!”
Even Mo Geilian himself rose and came over to persuade his brother. “Big brother, don’t be stubborn. Master to master—that’s the rule. If you haven’t had your fill, tonight I’ll take you to find other strong opponents.”
In truth, Mo Geilian was genuinely worried. Ye Yu was, after all, only a Demon Lord Realm cultivator. Challenging Demon Emperors was already pushing the ceiling; dreaming of a Demon Sovereign was sheer folly. ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) Crossing three realms was no simple boast, and Demon Sovereign spells and abilities were beyond a Demon Lord’s comprehension.
He didn’t want Ye Yu to risk himself, and he forcibly dragged him off the stage, proclaiming, “Don’t steal this master’s thunder!”
Ye Yu had no choice but to leave in a huff. Mo Geilian kicked apart the newly repaired arena floor, pointed at Lord Nian Yuanji, and shouted, “Big brother dares you to come over and let your old man smash your skull!”
With the aid of his demon qi, his words carried for miles. Nian Yuanji’s face went deathly pale, and the demons repairing the arena sneered. Why break the floor just to talk? Couldn’t they be more gentle?
Meanwhile, Ye Yu stormed back to the stands. At that moment, the demoness who had given him the communication stone quietly approached and, via inner-voice transmission, said, “That was an excellent fight. A certain VIP has taken an interest in you. Come with me to meet him.”
