Master of the Demon Emperor

Facing Wei Niantian's interrogation, the Purple-Clothed Demon Lord was drenched in cold sweat. He could feel an extremely strong pressure attacking him, chilling him to the bone as if he were in a cold cellar.

With a trembling voice, he replied, "I ask the Sect Leader for forgiveness…"

Lang Huaxin was also shivering uncontrollably. Even as the number one genius of the Demon Sect, he felt terrified in front of the Sect Leader.

Wei Niantian stared at the Purple-Clothed Demon Lord, his voice cold as he said, "So, have you figured it out?"

"Based on the scene, Lord of White Karma seems to have been smashed to death by brute force… Given Lord of White Karma's cultivation, it would be very difficult for the Demon Lord to succeed. However, it's said that at the Western Buddha Battlefield, the Demon Lord sought help from an ally, who bludgeoned a Serpent in the Astral Projection Realm to death with a club.

Therefore, I suspect that Lord of White Karma was killed by the Demon Lord's ally…"

The Purple-Clothed Demon Lord answered carefully, not even daring to look at Wei Niantian.

The Four Kings of the Demon Sect sounded formidable, but aside from Demon Lord Qing Yan, the three Demon Lords were no better than dogs in front of Wei Niantian.

Demon Lord Qing Yan's high status was not only due to his strength but also because he was the disciple of the previous Sect Leader, whom Wei Niantian had to show respect to.

"So you're saying that Lord of White Karma's death is inseparable from the Demon Lord?"

Wei Niantian squinted his eyes and asked.

"Yes…"

The Purple-Clothed Demon Lord trembled, fearing Wei Niantian's wrath.

Wei Niantian had cultivated the previous Sect Leader's Demon Skills and had a violent temperament, often tearing his subordinates to shreds.

"The Demon Lord is in Chang An City. For the time being, keep an eye on him to see if he's in contact with anyone, and you must find out who's backing him."

Wei Niantian said indifferently, the oppressive aura also being withdrawn with his words.

He dared not make a move without investigating the Demon Lord's background.

"Should we just let him live so comfortably? Moreover, without any trouble, his backer will probably not show up."

The Purple-Clothed Demon Lord mustered the courage to speak up, lifting his head.

They must lure out the Demon Lord's ally to trace the roots.

"You arrange it."

Wei Niantian waved his hand dismissively, signaling everyone to leave.

The Purple-Clothed Demon Lord immediately led the Demon Cultivators away, not daring to disturb him further.

…

The next morning.

Su Yie, who was cultivating in the courtyard, suddenly heard footsteps. Upon opening his eyes, he saw Li Huahun standing outside the pavilion.

The morning sunlight fell on him, making his snow-like white clothes shimmer.

Li Huahun quietly watched Su Yie, his expression indifferent as if devoid of emotion.

"You finally came."

Su Yie spoke, his tone carrying a hint of resentment.

In recent days, he had felt the presence of Demonic Qi all around, clearly indicating he was surrounded.

Li Huahun entered the pavilion, sat down on a stool at the stone table, and said, "I was delayed by a little matter on the way."

His gaze towards Su Yie carried a strange light, exceedingly eerie.

"What are you staring at me like that for?" Su Yie touched his face, thinking there might be dirt on it.

Li Huahun shook his head and said, "Demon Lord Qing Yan must have told you that Wei Niantian has likely arrived, I can feel his presence."

Wei Niantian!

Su Yie nodded and said, "I have guessed as much."

With so many Demon Cultivators rushing here in recent days, a significant figure must have come. Who else could it be but Wei Niantian?

"With me here, you have no need to worry," Li Huahun said nonchalantly, as if he didn't take Wei Niantian seriously.

Su Yie looked at him curiously and asked, "What exactly is your background, and why are you so kind to me?"

"I can't tell you my background, but as for why I treat you so well, do you remember what I said?"

"I like your scent very much, and in the Ancient Wilderness, only you and I are not bound by fate or restricted by the Heavenly Dao."

Li Huahun replied, causing Su Yie to frown.

Not restricted by the Heavenly Dao?

How high is the Heavenly Dao!

Even the Immortal Gods are controlled by it, is it really that impressive?

Seeing Su Yie fall into deep thought, Li Huahun flipped his hand and took out a shiny red object, crystal clear, at first glance it resembled a blood-stained red string, thirty centimeters long.

"What is this?"

Su Yie asked, frowning, the pungent smell of blood making him nauseous.

Li Huahun revealed a mysterious smile and said, "This is a great gift I'm giving you. This is the True Dragon's Tendon. If it is fused into your body, your flesh will become as strong as that of a true dragon. Coupled with the Dragon Strength Pills you've taken, you will be a human-shaped true dragon—of course, only a young one.

An adult true dragon is incredibly powerful, comparable to the Immortal Land gods."

True Dragon's Tendon!

Su Yie swallowed hard and asked, "Won't I end up looking neither human nor ghost-like?"

He had an instinctive aversion to such things.

Li Huahun spoke with profound meaning, "Your constitution is the Great Cang Invincible Body, which can perfectly absorb Heavenly and Earthly Treasures, Miraculous Pills and Medicines, and even Demon Cores. You can also integrate the True Dragon's Tendon and thus evolve your constitution, but it will only absorb its strengths and not change your primal bloodline."

Great Cang Invincible Body!

Su Yie, astonished, asked, "What is the Great Cang Invincible Body? The Four Elders of Great Wei said I have the Five Elements Extreme Pulse Body?"

"The Great Cang Invincible Body, one may emerge every ten thousand years in Ancient Wilderness. Lacking the Five Elements Spirit Root, the eyes of a common person could only see you as having a Five Elements Extreme Pulse Body," Li Huahun said disdainfully.

Su Yie suddenly realized and then asked if the Great Cang Invincible Body had any shortcomings.

He feared binging on Heavenly and Earthly Treasures and harming himself.

"No, the Tyrant Body is just like that. Eat whatever you want!"

Li Huahun said forcefully, with an air of 'come to me if there's trouble.'

Whoosh!

Just then, a black figure suddenly appeared outside the pavilion.

Wrapped in Demonic Qi, only his eyes were visible, red as ferocious ghosts.

"Demon Lord, someone wants you dead!"

He said icily, and in an instant, black figures emerged from the ground, encircling the pavilion.

All of them were Demon Cultivators!

Enshrouded in Demonic Qi, their true faces were indistinguishable.

"Are you from the Demon Sect?"

Su Yie squinted his eyes and asked, feeling very relaxed with Li Huahun there.

"The Demon Path isn't limited to the Demon Sect!"

The Red-eyed Demon Shade replied coldly, and as his voice fell, his subordinates charged at Su Yie.

Li Huahun suddenly stomped his foot.

Immediately, all the Demon Cultivators exploded and turned into wisps of Demonic Qi, rising and being evaporated by the sunlight.

The Red-eyed Demon Shade widened his eyes, somewhat in disbelief.

Li Huahun swung a palm through the air towards him.

With a boom!

The Red-eyed Demon Shade was struck by a gust from the palm; his body instantly flew out from the Demonic Qi. He was a middle-aged man dressed in a Nightwalker's Garb, spurting fresh blood, crashing through wall after wall, collapsing buildings one by one, like a cannonball, recklessly injuring many people, and disappearing outside of Chang An City, leaving his fate unknown.

Powerful!

The Imperial Guards stationed outside the mansion widened their eyes and instinctively moved to the hole in the wall, peering through the aperture to see Su Yie and Li Huahun sitting in the pavilion.

"Even a mere Astral Projection Realm dares to trouble you."

Li Huahun hummed softly, his words filled with contempt.

Astral Projection Realm expert!

Wiped out by his single palm!

Even Su Yie couldn't help but fall silent, Li Huahun was stronger than he had imagined!

Could this man be an ageless oddity who has cultivated for tens of thousands of years?