Dong Shenqi, as a half-step Immortal Emperor, was one of the elders in Heaven’s Court and had even lived through the last Demonic Invasion. Back then his cultivation was shallow and he wasn’t part of the main battle line, but he had witnessed the Demons’ might firsthand. Mortal Immortals truly were paper tigers before them.
Now, seeing Ye Yu shatter an Immortal King’s body with a punch, memories long buried surged back. Yet in an instant, Dong Shenqi cleared his mind. He had reached his current station not by luck, but through genuine power and countless battles—he would not be cowed by old fears. After all, a mere Demon Emperor Realm cultivator, however strong, was still below him.
He threw out his long whip, forming hand seals with both hands. In a flash, dragon shapes coiled along the whip’s length, light blazing as they lashed around Ye Yu, binding him tight. The dragons roared, and Dong Shenqi did not pause. With another gesture, a magic diagram shimmered before him, ready to unleash his most powerful spell to kill Ye Yu on the spot and eliminate all future threats.
Nearby, Bai Qingsong fended off an Immortal King opponent and sent a telepathic message to Xu Nanjiao: “Mistress, Ye Yu is in danger. Shall I rescue him?” Before she could reply, a surge of demon qi shot skyward, the shockwave rocking everyone off balance. Even the clouds scattered, and the once-placid heavens turned a foreboding purple.
Bai Qingsong turned in disbelief. Ye Yu had broken free from the whip’s coils. Ancient purple demonic runes covered his flesh, and from afar he looked like a demonic god descending from the sky—terrifying enough to crush any thought of resistance.
Dong Shenqi’s eyes widened. When had the Demon Realm spawned such a monstrous talent?
The next moment Ye Yu vanished. Startled, Dong Shenqi tried to react, but lost consciousness outright. The half-step Immortal Emperor had no strength to counter when Ye Yu closed in; even his soul was crushed on the spot.
Bai Qingsong witnessed it all. Fear filled his gaze. He recalled his earlier boast to eliminate Ye Yu—how laughable that sounded now.
Xu Nanjiao, concealed nearby by her superior Demonic Immortal Artifact, had seen everything as well. What kind of existence was this?
With Ye Yu’s overwhelming power, the Immortal ranks were soon slaughtered. He triggered the Heaven Rewards Diligence innate talent and ascended into the early Demon Lord Realm. He felt his physique grow even stronger; while he still could not withstand a Heavenly Dao Emperor Weapon, perhaps a quasi–Heavenly Dao Emperor Weapon might be resisted.
They had to admit: a Demon’s body truly inspired confidence!
But there was no time for complacency—this dream must push him into the Demon Emperor Realm. He wanted to witness the pinnacle of the Demon Realm’s glory.
At that moment, Qu Zhengding, the showy Demon Lord, approached, moved by Ye Yu’s might. “Demon Lord Ye, you truly”—before he could finish, Ye Yu spun and delivered a punch that killed the Demon Lord of Jueque Prefecture on the spot. He snatched the fallen lord’s storage ring as it slipped from his hand.
Such ruthless efficiency drew gasps from the assembled Demon Lords. Two battles in Heaven’s Court without a single casualty—and now internal slaughter?
Ye Yu panted heavily, regaining composure after several breaths. Then, feigning remorse, he said, “Damn it, Demon Lord Qu, why did you stand behind me and speak? My art has a flaw: once I enter battle frenzy, I lose all reason. You popped up behind me, and I thought you were an enemy. What am I to do now?”
It was a flimsy excuse, but Ye Yu had long disliked Qu Zhengding’s showiness. Now that the chance presented itself, of course he would eliminate him. Qu’s robust Blood Demon prowess made him a prime target for a one-hit kill. Ye Yu had used his full strength, and before Qu died, he ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) pocketed that ring—waste not, want not.
His fabricated story was merely a pretext for slaying a companion. And if more fought too close... well, another excuse was already at the ready.
The Demon Lords’ faces grew bizarre. “He killed a comrade by mistake?” Though absurd, the evidence suggested just that.
Ye Yu, seeing no objections, turned to Bai Qingsong. “Hey, Demon Lord Bai, what do you think we should do?”
To ensure Bai Qingsong stayed silent, Ye Yu closed the distance until only a punch separated them. Should the old man utter any nonsense, he too would die.
Bai Qingsong was no fool; he saw the murder gleam in Ye Yu’s eyes. This monster would even kill his allies? There was no safety in alliance with him!
Yet faced with death’s threat, Bai Qingsong bowed swiftly. “Demon Lord Ye, do not blame yourself. Demon Lord Qu died because he mistook friend for foe. In such a fierce battle, who could distinguish friend from enemy when someone suddenly appears at your back?”
“Yes, Demon Lord Bai is right. Qu’s death was his own fault; Demon Lord Ye needn’t feel guilty.”
“I agree—if he’d appeared behind me, I’d have punched him too!”
...One by one, they defended Ye Yu. Qu Zhengding was dead—whose argument mattered anymore?
Hidden nearby, Xu Nanjiao’s face twisted. Ye Yu had, without question, slain his comrade, and yet everyone comforted him! The hypocrisy sent chills down her spine.
