"That day, this King originally intended to capture her, but who knew..."
"Who knew an old Human Race Daoist appeared out of thin air!"
"That Old Daoist's aura was unfathomable. Just one glance made this King's Divine Soul tremble, and I didn't even have the courage to strike!"
Maori Demon King spoke vividly, spitting saliva everywhere.
He described that Old Daoist Priest as being like a Land Immortal.
Of course.
He also didn't forget to praise himself.
"This King thought at the time, if it came to a fight to the death, this King wouldn't fear it. At most, both sides would suffer."
"But our Demon Court currently needs talent. This King's life must be preserved to serve Your Majesty. How could I lose it in a place like this?"
"Therefore, this King made a decisive choice: to preserve my strength, I chose to retreat!"
After speaking.
Maori Demon King let out a long breath, patted his chest, and was clearly filled with lingering fear.
The great hall fell into a brief silence.
Jiao Li, Demon King remained expressionless.
Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King frowned.
"Old Daoist Priest..."
"Moreover..." Seeing that the two demons didn't believe him, Maori Demon King quickly continued, "That Old Daoist also asked me to bring a message to the two of you."
"Oh?" Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King raised an eyebrow. "What message?"
"He said..."
Maori Demon King cleared his throat, imitating a tone that didn't exist.
"If you don't want the White Flood Dragon Clan to go extinct, stay honestly in the mud pit of the Western Regions and play in the dirt. If you dare to step half a pace into Great Tang, he will personally come to the Demon Court and pull out the Dragon tendon of that old mud loach!"
Boom—!!!
Before the words had even finished.
Terrifying Demonic Qi instantly erupted.
"Audacious—!!!"
Jiao Li, Demon King's eyes were blood-red, and he roared towards the sky.
"A mere Human Race dare to insult the dignity of my clan?!"
Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King frowned, staring intently at Maori Demon King.
He seemed to be trying to detect any sign of guilt.
For some reason.
He always felt that this rooster was lying... Jiao Li, Demon King couldn't be bothered to look at this spineless rooster again.
He turned around and strode outside.
"Since that girl is so formidable, this King will personally go and meet her."
Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King sighed helplessly and could only follow.
Never mind.
If the killer really was just a little girl.
With the two of them, one demon delaying and the other executing the strike.
It would be enough.
"Farewell."
The two figures came quickly and left just as fast.
They vanished from the great hall in the blink of an eye.
Once the auras of the two had completely disappeared.
The fear and grievance on Maori Demon King's face instantly disappeared.
He lay back down on the throne.
"Idiots."
He cursed indistinctly.
"It's best if they all die there..."
...The next day.
The Demon Suppression Division Prison.
The jailers who usually shouted orders.
Were now shrinking their necks, afraid to breathe loudly.
Who knows how much time passed.
The noise inside finally subsided.
Creak—
The heavy iron door was slowly pushed open.
Everyone subconsciously held their breath.
Only to see in the darkness.
A slender figure slowly walked out.
Jiang Yuechu lowered her head, deliberately using a square white silk handkerchief to wipe the bloodstains off her long, slender fingers.
The silk handkerchief was quickly stained red.
"Everything has been cleaned up."
"Yes!"
The Demon Suppression Guards quickly agreed and rushed in to clean up the aftermath.
Wei He stood aside, looking at the girl's exquisite profile, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
More than five hundred people... she personally executed them, one by one?
How much hatred and resentment must there be for this?
Wei He sighed inwardly.
It seemed that this Grand Princess Your Highness truly couldn't tolerate any dirt in her eyes.
Previously, she was either Slaying Demons or on the way to Slay Demons.
Now, regarding these scum who colluded with Demons.
She must execute them personally to satisfy her hatred.
Jiang Yuechu naturally didn't know what Wei He was thinking.
She squinted slightly and silently opened the Panel.
[Dao Cultivation: Six Thousand Nine Hundred and Twenty-Three Years]
This was the benefit of being thrifty and managing the household.
Although most of these Monks had little to no cultivation, the Dao Cultivation provided by a single person was pitifully small.
But there was a large quantity to make up for it.
Over five hundred heads, plus what was left over previously.
They forcefully accumulated nearly seven thousand years of Dao Cultivation for her!
Enough to evolve the White Flood Dragon once more, with plenty left over.
Jiang Yuechu was in high spirits.
Just as she was about to step away.
Suddenly.
A rapid vibration came from her bosom.
Jiang Yuechu paused her steps.
She reached into her bosom and pulled out a Compass.
It was precisely the demon-seeking plate that Gu Changge had given her.
Although it was somewhat useless.
She never threw it away.
It wasn't because of nostalgia.
She simply felt that since it had some use, it would be a waste to throw it away.
Keeping it as a Warning Device was fine too.
Jiang Yuechu raised an eyebrow slightly.
The frequency of this vibration... clearly wasn't caused by ordinary Minor Demons passing through.
Within a hundred miles.
There was a Big Catch.
She put away the demon-seeking plate, and a Red Light flashed in her eyes.
"General Wei."
Wei He, who was immersed in his own conjecture, was startled and quickly stepped forward.
"This subordinate is here."
"I'm heading out for a trip."
Wei He subconsciously asked, "Where is Milady going? Is it urgent? Does This subordinate need to dispatch personnel..."
Jiang Yuechu waved her hand.
"No need."
If she brought a large group of people, it would easily Alert the Enemy.
Moreover.
The Demons capable of causing such a reaction from the demon-seeking plate.
Ordinary Demon Suppression Guards would just be Serving up as Food if they went.
"Go bring Horses Name here."
Seeing this, Wei He didn't dare to ask more.
A moment later.
A snow-white Steed was led to the door.
Jiang Yuechu mounted the horse.
Her Red Cloak swept up.
"I'll be back shortly. You handle the matters of The Department as you see fit."
Having said that.
She clamped her legs against the horse's flanks.
"Giddy-up—!"
Horses Name let out a long neigh, Clouds beneath Four Hooves.
It turned into a streak of white light and instantly rushed out of Region City... Fifty miles outside Liangzhou Prefecture.
Huangtugangzi Village.
This area was remote.
Several dead Populus euphratica Trees twisted their branches.
Shivering in the Cold Wind.
At the entrance of the village.
Several children were leaning over the edge of a well.
Holding a Reed Stalk, trying to reach something inside.
"Did you fish it out?"
"No, the well is too deep, I can't reach it."
"Then go down a bit further."
A slightly older child straightened up, his face covered in dirt, and sniffled.
"My dad said I should be careful normally, and absolutely mustn't let my family line end."
"End the family line?"
The Little Girl next to him blinked her large eyes, looking somewhat confused.
"What does 'end the family line' mean?"
"It means I die."
The Little Girl shrank her neck in fear, not daring to ask again.
Just then.
Whoosh—
A gust of Foul Wind swept past.
The children subconsciously looked up.
They saw two figures speeding along the ground.
One moment they were still several miles away.
In the blink of an eye, they had arrived at the village entrance.
"Is this Region?"
Jiao Li, Demon King spoke indifferently, his gaze sweeping over the shivering children, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
"It truly is a barren land. Even this Blood Food looks so shriveled and isn't worth chewing."
Jiao Xuan, Flood Dragon King smiled faintly.
"Don't be picky. We've rushed all the way here, and our stomachs are empty. Let's just fill them up first."
"True."
Jiao Li, Demon King licked his lips.
Revealing a set of stark white Fangs.