The Western Regions, deep within the Demon Court.
The Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.
Dark red Demonic Qi swirled above the hall, lingering persistently.
In the center of the great hall, an old man with white hair was kneeling.
Although the old man had taken human form, two withered Dragon horns remained on his forehead.
"Your Majesty!"
"The Great Tang is too deceitful! First, they killed Jiao Xu, a Prodigy of our clan, and now they have intensified their actions, publicly executing the two Demon Kings, Jiao Li and Jiao Xuan!"
"How is this merely killing the Demon Kings of our White Flood Dragon Clan? This is clearly slapping Your Majesty's face and provoking the dignity of our entire Demon Court!"
On both sides of the great hall.
Dozens of figures with terrifying auras stood erect.
At this moment.
These Great Demons, who could cause a bloody storm in the outside world, all lowered their heads and averted their eyes.
The loss of two Lotus Planting Realm Demon Kings was a crippling blow to any clan.
"Your Majesty!"
Seeing the lack of movement from above for a long time, Flood Dragon Demon abruptly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.
"Your old subject implores Your Majesty to issue an edict! Grant permission for this old subject to gather the troops of our clan and charge into the Region!"
"This old subject wishes to tear that murderer's body into ten thousand pieces and devour his flesh alive! To avenge our deceased clansmen!"
"If Your Majesty does not grant permission, this old subject will... crash to death right here in this great hall today!"
Having said that.
It made a gesture as if to charge forward.
Just then.
"Cough... cough, cough..."
The figure on the Throne slowly moved.
He did not look tall, appearing even somewhat frail.
His simple long robe lacked any complex patterns.
This supreme being who ruled over the Ten Thousand Demons of the Western Regions.
He looked like a Human Race Scholar suffering from a critical illness.
"Cough, cough... cough, cough, cough..."
The coughing grew increasingly violent.
He slowly reached out his hand to his side.
"Ah..."
A Human Race Maidservant serving nearby was seized into his palm before she could even beg for mercy.
The next moment.
Blood splattered.
It stained his pale lips red and splashed onto his long robe.
Below the great hall.
Whether it was Flood Dragon Demon clamoring for revenge, or those Great Demons watching coldly from the side.
At this very moment.
They all knelt down uniformly.
In the battle sixteen years ago, the Demon Sovereign was indeed severely injured and had not yet recovered.
But this did not mean anyone could act presumptuously in front of him.
The bone-chilling sound of chewing echoed in the great hall for a long time.
Until the last piece of the corpse was swallowed into his stomach.
His pale complexion only then gained a slight flush of color.
He stuck out his scarlet tongue and slowly licked the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth.
"Hoo... Calm down..."
"Ah, Flood Dragon Demon, if you really crash yourself to death, who will share my worries in the future?"
The old Flood Dragon below trembled all over.
"This old subject dares not..."
"It's just that... if we don't kill that Human Race person, how can our White Flood Dragon Clan still stand in this Western Regions Demon Court?!"
The Demon Sovereign did not reply, merely looking down indifferently.
"..."
Is Your Majesty... refusing?
That's right.
Currently, the Human Race is powerful, and the Great Tang is especially flourishing. In the battle sixteen years ago, Your Majesty damaged his Foundation and has not recovered since.
It would indeed be unwise to provoke that behemoth for the sake of two deceased Demon Kings.
However... the White Flood Dragon Clan was originally the weakest branch of the Five Flood Dragon Lineages.
Now that the clan's elites are all lost, if they don't even dare to make a sound.
In the future, let alone in the Demon Court, they might become the laughingstock of all Ten Thousand Demons in the entire Yao Realm.
Even the smaller clans that originally relied on them might develop second thoughts.
"Your Majesty!"
Flood Dragon Demon suddenly raised his head: "This old subject understands Your Majesty's concerns! But this trip is not in the name of the Demon Court, but to settle the private grievances of my White Flood Dragon Clan! Regardless of success or failure, we will absolutely not implicate the Demon Court in the slightest!"
Seeing that the figure above remained unmoved.
Flood Dragon Demon gritted his teeth and hardened his resolve.
"If Your Majesty grants permission..."
"This old subject is willing to offer the Cold Jade Udumbara!"
As soon as these words were spoken.
The Great Demons on both sides of the hall, who had been feigning deafness and muteness, all changed their expressions.
Cold Jade Udumbara?
Legend says this is the essence of Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Profound Ice, gathered from the Spiritual Qi of the Earth Veins in extremely cold places, taking thousands of years to form.
This item has the miraculous effect of seizing the creation of heaven and earth for healing!
Especially for injuries involving damage to the Divine Soul and instability of the Foundation... On the Throne.
The Demon Sovereign finally made a move.
He slowly lowered his gaze, looking at the old Flood Dragon prostrating below the platform.
The corner of his mouth curved into an arc that was not quite a smile.
"Oh?"
"What is the meaning of this?"
"I am the Lord of Ten Thousand Demons, how could I covet my subject's treasures?"
Flood Dragon Demon's body trembled: "Your Majesty, please quell your anger!"
"This is merely a token of filial piety from this old subject, hoping that Your Majesty's Dragon body remains healthy, and that our Yao Race's might can be restored soon!"
"Although the Cold Jade Udumbara is precious, compared to Your Majesty's eternal great undertaking, it is but a drop in the ocean!"
"I implore Your Majesty... to graciously accept it!"
After a long time.
"Alas..."
A soft sigh echoed in the great hall.
"Forget it."
"Since you have this filial piety, if I refuse again, it would seem somewhat unkind."
"I shall accept the Cold Jade Udumbara."
"As for your desire to seek revenge against the Great Tang..."
"I do have a method..."
Flood Dragon Demon was overjoyed and was about to express his gratitude.
But he heard the Demon Sovereign slowly say: "You don't need to beg me, nor do you need to send your clan's young ones to their deaths. You only need to..."
"Take a trip to the Lesser Thunder Accumulation Mountain."
Lesser Thunder Accumulation Mountain?
Flood Dragon Demon was stunned, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes.
The Demon Sovereign ignored his astonishment, merely saying slowly: "Go tell that Little Prince that he always thought his abilities reached the heavens and wanted to take my position as Demon Sovereign, didn't he?"
"Since that is the case, I shall give him a chance. As long as he can go to the Region and kill this person, the seat of the Demon Sovereign..."
"What if I yield it to him?"
"What?!"
Everyone cried out in surprise: "Your Majesty... this... how can this be?!"
Although he wanted to kill the person, he also knew what kind of existence resided on the Lesser Thunder Accumulation Mountain.
The Demon Sovereign seemed to have seen through his thoughts.
"What? Are you unwilling?"
Flood Dragon Demon trembled all over: "This old subject... dares not!"
"Since that is the case, then go."
The Demon Sovereign waved his hand, leaned back onto the Throne, and closed his eyes... Lesser Thunder Accumulation Mountain.
Judging by the mountain terrain alone, it was extraordinarily perilous and filled with Baleful Qi.
Strange rocks were jagged like tigers and leopards, and old vines coiled like Dragons and snakes.
Cold Crows cawed in the evening wind, and Wild Ghosts wailed over Desolate Tombs.
Except for the demons with some Dao Cultivation, no one dared to cross such a desperate place.
The Cave Entrance was tightly shut, with only two red-haired Minor Demons guarding the door, leaning against the stone wall and dozing.
Suddenly, a gust of Demonic Wind swept past.
Flood Dragon Demon landed in front of the Immortal Cave.
It tidied its attire and adopted a respectful expression.
"Excuse me, could you please pass on a message."
Flood Dragon Demon cupped his hands: "Jiao Mo of the White Flood Dragon Clan of the Western Regions requests an audience with the Little Saint King."
The doorkeeping Minor Demon rubbed its sleepy eyes.
Seeing that it was this old fellow, it didn't panic, just lazily yawned.
"Ah, so it's Old Master Jiao."
"Wait here. My Great King is currently practicing his techniques and is not seeing anyone."
If it were in the past, given Flood Dragon Demon's seniority, how could he tolerate such insolence?
But today.
He could only force a smile and subtly slip two Luminous Pearls, radiating hazy Spiritual Qi, from his sleeve into the Minor Demon's hands.
"This matter is of great importance; please do me a favor."
The Minor Demon weighed the pearls in its hand, and only then did a smiling expression appear on its face.
"Very well. Since Old Master has arrived, this subordinate will go and report right away..."