“Heard that, did you?” Ye Yu raised his World-Scorching Fire Halberd and pointed it at the sky. His cold voice rang out: “If you think ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ this is improper, come on down and try to stop me—provided, of course, that you’re prepared to die!”
Silence descended within the portal.
The immortals, cowed by Ye Yu’s threat, stared up in eager anticipation.
“Big bro, you were so imposing just now—why back down now?”
“Don’t chicken out! We beg a true powerhouse to descend!”
Perhaps the collective yearning of the immortals bore fruit.
Soon, a middle-aged man in white robes drifted down with an even expression.
He stepped directly outside the portal’s mouth.
Instantly, gale-force winds erupted from his position, making the surrounding demons struggle to keep their footing.
Ye Yu’s expression flickered.
No wonder he acts so arrogant—he’s yet another Immortal Emperor!
From the immense aura he exuded, Ye Yu realized this man was stronger than Tang Tianjia, whom he’d faced in the Celestial Realm.
Xu Nanqiao, hovering in the distance, also sensed this.
She immediately transmitted by inner voice: “Return at once! Don’t be reckless—he’s unlike Tang Tianjia. An Immortal Emperor at his peak can only be matched by a Magic Sovereign of equal rank. Do not act on impulse!”
Upon hearing this, Ye Yu exhaled and let out a rough sigh.
This was no longer a question of pride.
He had no choice but to face him.
They stood barely a hundred meters apart—no distance at all for an Immortal Emperor.
Since retreat was impossible, he might as well fight!
Ye Yu gripped his halberd tighter.
The middle-aged man, however, seemed oblivious to the movement and spoke on: “I am Kuang Mingkui, junior disciple to Tang Tianjia.”
“I personally witnessed his place of demise. The battle was savage.”
“I was deeply saddened.”
“I had no wish to meddle in the Celestial–Demonic conflict. But my junior brother was slain by demons—I, as his senior, cannot stand idly by!”
At that, his tone suddenly paused. He raised a hand and pointed directly at Ye Yu.
He continued: “Your aura is familiar. You’re the one who killed my junior brother, aren’t you? What talent! A Magic Sovereign slaying an Immortal Emperor. You’ll boast of this feat for a lifetime!”
Kuang Mingkui’s voice carried clearly across the field, every demon hearing it plainly.
When they realized Ye Yu had slain an Immortal Emperor, the Demon Lords of several provinces bowed their heads even lower.
Damn!
We thought Ye Yu was strong—but this is on another level.
A Magic Sovereign killing an Immortal Emperor!
So ruthless!
No wonder he slaughtered Demon Lords like drinking cold water—he truly has the strength!
Ye Yu spoke softly: “Indeed, I killed Tang Tianjia. And I know you’re from the same sect—it’s simple: you’re both too verbose!”
Kuang Mingkui laughed carefree.
“Say what you will. You’ll be dead soon enough—then everything ends!”
Before his words had fully fallen, a clear, cheerful voice rang out from afar.
“Kuang Mingkui—after all these years, do you still remember kneeling to beg for mercy?”
At once, a murderous gleam ignited in Kuang Mingkui’s eyes. The immortal qi around him turned savage.
He spun toward the voice and snapped, “Feng Kai, you’re courting death!”
The next moment, a strange array formed under Kuang Mingkui’s feet.
In an instant, he was swallowed by it and vanished without trace.
Ye Yu paused in surprise.
So abrupt—he’d steeled himself for a death match, yet the situation changed so dramatically at the last moment.
Ye Yu shook his head slightly and gazed once more at the portal.
Soon, another wave of immortals emerged.
This time, however, no Immortal Emperors appeared—mostly Celestial Immortals, with only a handful of Half-Step Emperors and Celestial Kings among them.
Yet even so, they were a formidable force.
They paid no heed to the earlier entreaties. Just as they surged forward—
A tentative voice suddenly called out:
“Husband?”
At that, every immortal and demon present froze in astonishment.
At a time like this, someone still recognized a husband? Priorities much?
Ye Yu, hearing this familiar voice, searched the ranks of immortals.
He saw a white-robed figure—none other than Gan Duoduo!
Ye Yu’s memories of this Lotus-Bloom Demon Lady were vivid.
“Duoduo,” he said, placing the World-Scorching Fire Halberd behind his back, “what are you doing here?”
Realizing she had not mistaken him, Gan Duoduo brushed aside the immortals blocking her path and leapt into Ye Yu’s arms.
The embrace of an immortal and a demon stunned everyone.
Are you two playing at romance now?
Soon you’ll tear each other apart, and you’re hugging?
Zhou Liangce, Dongyao Province’s Interior Official, watched curiously.
Wait—wasn’t Ye Yu with Lady Demon Lord Xu?
Now an immortal maiden just popped up?
He glanced at Xu Nanqiao’s face—and saw her expression ice over.
Clenching her fists, she looked away, but the image of Ye Yu embracing an immortal maiden was already engraved in her mind.
Damn, damn, damn!
In the center, Ye Yu and Gan Duoduo ignored all eyes.
After the embrace, Gan Duoduo grabbed Ye Yu’s demonic horn atop his forehead, her face alight with delight.
“Husband, you have no idea—I almost didn’t recognize you! Your demon horn on your brow is so conspicuous; it changes your appearance completely. No, I have to capture this on my Photo Stone for the sisters to see!”
She drew her Photo Stone from her storage ring and began snapping pictures of Ye Yu furiously.
Ye Yu could only bury his face in despair.
“Hold on—enough with the photos. Tell me: why didn’t you stay in the Celestial Realm, and instead came to the Demon Realm?”
