This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Only a resounding victory can quell this "farce" and calm this storm!

In the various mansions of the Royal City, turmoil was everywhere at this moment.

"A mere clown dares to insult those from Jian Luo King City. He truly deserves to die!" Yuanlang gritted his teeth in Yuanhu Demon Lord's mansion.

His figure was tall and robust, with facial features covered in dark hair, looking exceedingly rugged.

He was the third son of Yuanhu Demon Lord, with extraordinary strength, now possessing the combat power of a High-Ranking Demon General.

And the Yu Quan Demon General that Lu Qingshan had slain with one move was their subordinate.

"Although Yu Quan's life is inconsequential, he was still our family's dog.

He killed Yu Quan like that and used it to provoke us!

If I don't take action to quell his arrogance, how will others view our Yuan Family?" Yuanlang slapped his chair and stood up, preparing to act personally.

He was a contemporary of Qing Ge!

"Lang'er, come back."

Yuanlang had just taken two steps when a robust voice reached his ears.

In the next moment, a middle-aged man with a tiger-like back and bear-like waist appeared before him, his aura resembling thunder and fire, undeniably powerful.

Yuanlang's steps instantly halted, respectfully saying, "Father."

The middle-aged demonic cultivator before him was Yuanhu Demon Lord.

"You must not act, at least not now," Yuanhu Demon Lord said solemnly.

"Why?"

Yuanlang's eyes widened in dissatisfaction, saying, "Qing Ge not only took elder brother's woman but also, in front of everyone in the Royal City, killed our man under everyone's watch. Why won't you let me act, Father?"

"Any random cat or dog dares to be so arrogant in the territory of the Royal City," Yuanlang clenched his fist, "I can't swallow this anger!"

Yuanlang was proud, confident that he would definitely defeat "Qing Ge" if he acted.

"He himself boasted that he would sweep his peers. Although my strength surpasses his, it does comply with the condition of being his peer, so my action is reasonable."

Yuanhu Demon Lord sighed, saying faintly, "If you act now and defeat him, indeed, you break his boast of peerless prowess. But wouldn't it also confirm his claim of invincibility in the same realm?"

Yuanlang, who was eager to act, suddenly paused.

With his father's insight, he finally understood the crux of the matter.

Yes, if he, with superior strength, were to defeat Qing Ge, wouldn't it imply that no one in the Low-Ranking Demon Generals could defeat him, leading to Yuanlang's necessity to act?

"So, only wait for other Low-Ranking Demon Generals to act..."

Yuanlang murmured, "If I act now, not only will no one appreciate it, but they might even harbor resentment towards me.

Because my actions would be equivalent to slapping the face of all Low-Ranking Demon Generals in the Royal City."

"Indeed, that's why others are sitting idly while Qing Ge has his way," Yuanhu Demon Lord said slowly.

"I was reckless." Yuanlang said with shame.

....

"I'll slash you!"

Less than half an hour after Lu Qingshan made his boast, another person appeared.

"To insult our Royal City, today we, Feng Lin, will make you retract your boast!"

This was a tall, slender young demonic cultivator, with a burning fire in his eyes.

"That's Feng Lin, one of the distinguished Demon Generals of the Maple Demon Clan, his reputation widespread, strength exceedingly formidable, far surpassing Yu Quan Demon General!" Someone exclaimed upon seeing the young demonic cultivator.

The Maple Demon Clan isn't a typical Demon Race; they are one of the rare Seventh Grade Bloodlines among the Demon Race.

"This should be a battle of evenly matched opponents.

Yu Quan Demon General, although once a High-Ranking Demon General, was injured, his strength declined, and he hadn't fought for a long time, so he was rusty and couldn't defeat that son-in-law, which was reasonable." Someone analyzed.

"Indeed, Feng Lin possesses the pure Seventh Grade Maple Demon bloodline; defeating this mixed-blood son-in-law, would that be difficult?"

The commotion grew bigger, with more and more people gathered around the martial stage, shadows flickering.

They discussed and verbally attacked "Qing Ge" on the stage.

In other parts of the Royal City, countless eyes were watching the battle here, secretly observing "Qing Ge."

With various deliberate actions, the influence of Lu Qingshan quickly fermented.

Jian Luo King City hadn't been this lively for a long time!

...

On the martial stage, Lu Qingshan looked down, his gaze sweeping over Feng Lin's face.

His eyes were deep, his expression devoid of joy or sorrow, devoid of anger or fear, making it hard for people to discern what he was thinking.

"Did you hear my words?" Feng Lin unleashed his powerful aura, majestic and mighty, shouting at Lu Qingshan on the stage.

"Such a strong aura, he will definitely defeat this son-in-law!" Someone felt the powerful waves, sighed, increasing their confidence.

"Only those who are incapable have so much to say." Lu Qingshan looked down at Feng Lin from above, saying calmly.

"Madman, indeed a madman, today I, Feng Lin, will make you pay!"

Unable to endure anymore, Feng Lin shouted in fury, his voice roaring like thunder, and leaped onto the martial stage.

Clang!

In Feng Lin's hand appeared a long halberd, its blade bright red, extraordinarily striking.

"Qing Ge, you despise everyone in the Royal City like this, you must pay the price!" Feng Lin declared coldly.

"Well said!" Instantly, a chorus of agreements echoed, overwhelming, supporting Feng Lin, "Give him a taste of his own medicine, show him the might of our Royal City people!"