The little demon, having received two Luminous Pearls, scratched its ears and cheeks with delight.
It led the Flood Dragon Demon toward the depths of the Immortal Cave.
While the Lesser Thunder Accumulation Mountain looked sinister and ominous from the outside, the interior was a world of its own.
After passing through several winding stone corridors, the view suddenly opened up.
It was not dark and damp like ordinary demon caves; instead, it was splendidly decorated, filled with auspicious Qi.
Right in the center, seated upon a Throne carved from Golden Silk Nanmu Wood.
Was a figure.
This person had not fully transformed, retaining some features of a Demonic Appearance.
Its golden eyes bulged, and its steel beak was hooked.
It wore a Purple-Gold Crown and was clad in Golden Armor.
This was precisely the master of the Lesser Thunder Accumulation Mountain.
The Qiankun Demon King.
Rumor had it that he was a direct Bloodline descendant of the ancient Divine Beast, the Golden-Winged Great Peng.
He was born into the Seed Lotus, possessed an unparalleled strong Physical Body, and excelled in Extreme Speed, soaring ninety thousand miles straight up.
This fellow was inherently arrogant and unruly, and thought highly of himself.
Relying on the prestige of his own Old Ancestor, within the Western Regions Demon Court, he had always obeyed commands but ignored summons.
Ordinarily.
He acted tyrannically, and several times, he even charged directly into the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, pointing at the Demon Emperor's nose and cursing his mother.
He publicly declared that the position of Demon Emperor should be rotated, and next year it would be his turn.
Logically speaking.
Given the Demon Emperor's vengeful nature, he should have long since swallowed this ignorant beast whole.
However.
This fellow's background was simply too formidable.
Although the Golden-Winged Great Peng had been secluded for many years, its residual Divine Might still lingered.
Even the Demon Emperor had to show that old thing some respect.
Since he couldn't be killed or controlled.
They could only let him occupy the Lesser Thunder Accumulation Mountain, rule as king, and live a carefree life.
Hearing the movement.
The Qiankun Demon King slightly raised his eyelids.
"Oh, isn't this Old Master Jiao?"
"Why do you have time today to condescend and visit me?"
"Are you tired of staying in the sea and want to come to my Lesser Thunder Accumulation Mountain for a change of pace?"
The Flood Dragon Demon secretly hated him in his heart.
This Feathered Beast was truly disrespectful.
But he showed no emotion on his face, merely kneeling tremblingly on the ground and performing a great salute.
"Little Saint King, you flatter this old man."
"This old man has come this time by the Verbal Decree of Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty?"
The Qiankun Demon King sneered.
"What kind of Verbal Decree could that Sickly Wretch send?"
"Is he perhaps about to die and wants this King to attend his funeral?"
The Flood Dragon Demon's eye twitched wildly.
Such treasonous words—probably only this guy in the entire Demon Court dared to utter them carelessly.
"Little Saint King, watch your words."
The Flood Dragon Demon took a deep breath, straightened up, and looked solemn.
"Your Majesty said."
"Two Demon Kings of the White Flood Dragon Clan perished in the Great Tang Region."
Hearing this, the Qiankun Demon King wasn't angry; instead, he burst into laughter.
"Good riddance! Good riddance!"
"I always said, what capabilities do you few Long Worms have, besides splashing around in the water?"
"You just rely on the convenience of the water. If you truly encounter a tough adversary, you're just delivering food to them!"
The Flood Dragon Demon's face was ashen, but he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.
"The Little Saint King is right to chastise us."
"Although the death of our clan's Demon Kings is insignificant, that Human Race Fanatic, after killing them, even boasted..."
The Flood Dragon Demon paused, secretly glancing at the other party's expression.
"Boasted what?"
"He boasted that... the Demon Court has no true demons, only Worthless Chickens and Dogs."
"Even if the Little Saint King of the Lesser Thunder Accumulation Mountain went, he would just be a plucked pheasant, whose meat is too sour even for stew."
Boom—!!!
A violent wind erupted.
"Impudence—!!!"
The Qiankun Demon King suddenly stood up, golden light burst forth from his eyes, and the twin wings behind him violently spread open, obscuring the sky and sun.
"How dare a mere Two-Legged Sheep insult me?!"
Seeing that the timing was right, the Flood Dragon Demon quickly threw out the final bait.
"Your Majesty also said..."
"His Dragon Body is currently unwell, and he fears he may not last long."
"If the Little Saint King can go to the Region, slay that Fanatic, and raise the National Prestige of our Demon Court."
"The position of Lord of Ten Thousand Demons... he will abdicate and respectfully hand it over!"
"..."
The air fell silent for a moment.
The Qiankun Demon King slowly reined in his wild demeanor and narrowed his eyes.
Though he was arrogant and rebellious, he was not a brainless idiot.
He naturally knew that the other party had just been trying to provoke him.
Therefore, he played along, wanting to see what the other party was planning.
For the past sixteen years, although the Demon Emperor had been severely injured and secluded, which part of the entire Demon Court was not under his control?
And now, he was willing to offer such terms?
"Old Master Jiao."
The Qiankun Demon King leaned forward slightly: "Are you trying to make fun of this King?"
"That Sickly Wretch values the Position of Demon Emperor more than his own life; how could he be so kind as to hand it over?"
Although he was clearly a major Realm higher than the other party.
Yet, facing such a casual posture, the Flood Dragon Demon actually felt a hint of panic.
"Little Saint King, please observe!"
"Even if this old man had the guts of the heavens, I wouldn't dare deceive the Little Saint King with such a matter!"
"Your Majesty... indeed his Great Limit is approaching."
The Flood Dragon Demon gritted his teeth and continued: "Your Majesty once said that looking across the Western Regions Demon Court, the thousands of Demon Populace are all mediocre individuals."
"Only the Little Saint King, you, possess noble Bloodline, vast Divine Ability, and the power of Swallowing the Sky and Devouring the Earth."
"Besides you, who else can firmly hold the Position of Demon Emperor?"
The Qiankun Demon King listened to this flattery, and although he knew it contained a lot of exaggeration, he couldn't help but feel somewhat pleased.
He leaned back against the Throne, calculating inwardly.
He only needed to believe three parts of what this Old Mud Loach said.
That Sickly Wretch most likely intends to Kill with a Borrowed Knife.
Since that Human Race Girl in the Great Tang Region could consecutively slay two Lotus Cultivation Demon Kings, she must have some tricks up her sleeve.
Perhaps there was even a Great Tang Master standing behind her.
But... a flicker of sharp light crossed the Qiankun Demon King's eyes.
The legitimate Great Position of Demon Emperor.
If he could sit in that position, he could command the Ten Thousand Demons of the West Regions... Besides.
He was a Descendant of the Golden-Winged Great Peng, possessed Extreme Speed, and a single spread of his wings covered ninety thousand miles.
Even if it was a trap.
Even if a Lamp Lighting Realm Old Monster stood behind that Girl.
If he couldn't win, couldn't he still run away?
In this world, no one could restrain a Golden-Winged Great Peng determined to flee!
There was risk.
But the reward... was enough for him to take a gamble.
Thinking of this.
The Qiankun Demon King suddenly stood up.
Crash—
His Golden Chainmail Armor shone with auspicious Qi and ten thousand rays of golden light.
"Good!"
"Since that Sickly Wretch shows such sincerity, if this King were to refuse again, it would seem petty."
The Flood Dragon Demon was overjoyed: "Little Saint King is wise! Little Saint King's Divine Might!"
The Qiankun Demon King waved his large sleeve, full of vigor and pride.
"My subordinates!"
"Present!"
Outside the Immortal Cave, hundreds of strange-looking Little Demons answered in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.
"Go!"
"Bring this King's Sky Halberd!"
"Also prepare a table of fine wine and delicious food!"
The Qiankun Demon King looked toward the east, a flicker of Killing Intent crossing his eyes.
"After this King takes a trip to the Region City, upon return, it will be just in time..."
"To celebrate this King ascending to the Position of Demon Emperor!"