The Qiankun Demon King heard this and let out a cold laugh.
"Half-step Burning Lamp?"
"Even if the lamp were truly lit, so what?"
"I bear the Bloodline of the Golden-Winged Great Peng and can soar ninety thousand miles straight up. In this vast world, there is nowhere I cannot go, and no one I cannot kill!"
The Flood Dragon Demon quickly cupped his hands: "The Little Saint King is valiant and heroic; I naturally trust you."
"However, that Old Daoist Priest does have some Dao Cultivation. If he were to intervene, it might ruin the Little Saint King's grand plans."
"That is why I have shamelessly followed you. Although my abilities are meager, this old frame of mine can at least block for the Little Saint King and hold off that Old Daoist Priest for a moment."
"By then..."
A flash of ruthlessness crossed the Flood Dragon Demon's eyes.
"The Little Saint King can simply unleash your methods and slaughter that Human Race!"
The Qiankun Demon King turned his head and gave him a look that was half-smile, half-scoff.
"Heh."
"Fine. Since you want to watch the show, then follow along."
After saying this, he flapped his wings, and his speed increased by another thirty percent.
Watching the retreating figure, the ingratiating smile on the Flood Dragon Demon's face vanished instantly.
He had lived for thousands of years; he was no fool. How could he not see through the intentions of that Your Majesty?
Not only could he see it, but the Qiankun Demon King naturally could as well.
If the Demon Emperor won, he would not only eliminate a major threat but also seize the opportunity to make the Golden-Winged Great Peng lineage an eternal enemy of the Great Tang.
But for the White Flood Dragon Clan, this was not good news...
The current attitude of Your Majesty the Demon Emperor made it clear that he was unwilling, perhaps even afraid, to truly wage full-scale war against the Great Tang.
Relying solely on the strength of the White Flood Dragon Clan, his Mountain Gazing Realm cultivation could at most fight the Old Daoist Priest to a draw. How could the other members of the White Flood Dragon Clan possibly kill that Human Race?
But... The Flood Dragon Demon clenched his fists. What if the Demon Emperor lost?
Could it be that he really had to hand over the position of Master of the Demon Court?
If he was unwilling to fulfill what he had promised with his own lips... the Little Saint King would have reason to directly summon the elders of his clan to forcibly seize the position of Master of the Demon Court. Even if the Immortal Sect behind the Demon Emperor was unwilling, they would have to swallow their pride and accept it.
Given the Little Saint King's personality, if he really ascended to the throne of the Demon Emperor, the entire Western Regions Demon Court would likely descend into complete chaos.
For the White Flood Dragon Clan, this was equally not good news...
Damn it. The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. Why was it so difficult to get revenge?
"Sigh..." A long sigh dissipated in the wind.
The Flood Dragon Demon gritted his teeth, his figure turning into a white rainbow as he chased desperately in the direction the golden light had vanished.
Either way, it was not good news for the White Flood Dragon Clan. In that case... he would rather choose the latter.
...
The banquet was nearing its end. For You Wujiang, this act of eating meat in large chunks and drinking wine from large bowls was indeed a rare indulgence.
Beside him, Ji Shuyu was already so full she couldn't move, leaning back in her chair and burping without any regard for her image.
Seeing that it was about time, Jiang Yuechu smiled slightly: "Since you have enjoyed yourselves, let's wrap it up. You two have to travel tomorrow, so rest early."
Everyone present possessed cultivation. This bit of wine was just for the atmosphere. To say they were truly drunk would be impossible.
Wei He stood up quickly and called for the servants to come in and clear the table.
Xu Changfeng also stood up, just about to cup his hands and take his leave. Suddenly, the smile on Jiang Yuechu's face vanished abruptly.
Those originally lazy eyes suddenly lifted. At the same time, You Wujiang also looked toward the window.
"That is..." Before the words were finished, Boom—!!! A thunderous explosion erupted over Liangzhou City.
"Go out and see!" Jiang Yuechu flashed, turning into an afterimage as she rushed out of the house first. You Wujiang, Xu Changfeng, Wei He, and the others followed closely behind.
As soon as they rushed into the courtyard, the pupils of everyone present constricted in shock at the scene before them.
The night sky, which had been black as ink, was now dyed a brilliant golden yellow.
A dazzling golden streak of light, like a falling star, tore through the clouds. Carrying an Aura of destruction, it smashed fiercely toward the very center of Liangzhou City.
"Oh no!" Wei He exclaimed in shock.
Rumble—!!! The earth jumped violently. A visible shockwave centered on the impact point swept wildly in all directions.
Dust and smoke soared into the sky, reaching dozens of zhang high. Screams, cries, and the roar of collapsing houses... instantly erupted from the city.
Jiang Yuechu's expression sank instantly. She tapped her toes, leaped onto the roof, and looked out.
She saw that in the center of Liangzhou City, the ground within a radius of over ten zhang had completely collapsed. The once dense residential houses were now reduced to ruins.
And in the very center of those ruins, a Great Halberd several zhang long, entirely of red gold and carved with dragons and phoenixes, was deeply embedded in the earth. The body of the halberd shimmered with golden light, humming incessantly.
"Another Great Demon?!" Wei He's face turned pale.
Although it was a terrible thought, why did it feel like... ever since Jiang Yuechu returned, Great Demons were being encountered every other day...
Whoosh— A violent wind suddenly rose, scattering the dust and smoke. High up in the Nine Heavens, the clouds churned. A figure slowly descended.
The person had not fully transformed into human form and possessed a ferocious and terrifying appearance. He wore shining golden armor and a golden crown that reflected the sun.
His eyes were like bulging golden bells, and his beak was curved like a steel hook. Two wings grew from his back, spreading several zhang wide, blotting out the sky.
The figure hovered in mid-air, looking down from a high vantage point at the trembling city beneath his feet. His eyes were filled with indifference.
Amidst the horrified gazes of countless commoners, the figure slowly reached out. Hum— The Great Halberd stuck in the ground flew back and landed in his palm.
Boom! The air exploded. A visible vacuum ripple radiated outward.
The Qiankun Demon King scanned the entire city, his voice like rolling thunder: "Who killed the White Flood Dragon Clan?"
"Every debt has its debtor, every grievance has its source. I will only give you the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn..."
"After one stick of incense, if that person does not come out..." The Qiankun Demon King sneered and slammed his Great Halberd downward. Thud! The Void Realm trembled.
"What does it matter if I slaughter this Liangzhou City?!"
...
Early on, when the golden light first appeared and approached the border of Liangzhou Prefecture, it had already alerted the Old Daoist Priest in the dilapidated temple on the desolate mountain.
He took a step, shattering the clouds, and transformed into a green rainbow, intending to intercept and kill him halfway. "You beast! Do not be arrogant!"
A sharp shout, like rolling thunder, shook the sea of clouds. The Qiankun Demon King was riding the golden light, moving at lightning speed. Hearing the shout, he did not dodge or evade.
Instead, from above the clouds, he let out a defiant, long laugh, completely ignoring it. The golden light suddenly intensified, and with a flap of his wings, he increased his speed once more.
The Great Peng rises with the wind in a single day, soaring ninety thousand miles straight up. Swish— With a flash of golden light, he actually forced his way right past the Old Daoist Priest.
The turbulent airflow even caused the Old Daoist Priest's Daoist robes to flutter violently. The Old Daoist Priest's face sank. What incredible speed!
Seeing the golden light streak straight toward Liangzhou Prefecture and even crash into the city, the Old Daoist Priest was deeply anxious.
If he allowed such a ferocious demon to wreak havoc in the city, how could the commoners of the city survive? "Where are you going!"
The Old Daoist Priest's beard and hair stood on end; he could no longer worry about anything else. He prepared to pursue into the city to first protect the commoners.
Suddenly, a chilling white rainbow, carrying a sky full of fishy stench, struck straight at the Old Daoist Priest's face. The Old Daoist Priest had to stop his momentum and wave his large sleeve. Universe in the Sleeve!
A gentle force surged out, shattering the white rainbow. As the water vapor dispersed, a withered figure was seen standing on the clouds with his hands behind his back, blocking the way to Liangzhou City.
The person wore a long robe, had withered horns on his forehead, and a sinister expression. "Daoist Priest Wandering Dust Master... long time no see. My Your Majesty the Demon Emperor has been thinking of you for a long time..."