Chapter 123: The Meeting

“Fortunately, that brat did not succeed.” Emperor Shitian and the elders of the demon clan all exhaled deeply in relief.

The situation was truly strange. Although it was Emperor Shitian’s son, the young lord of the demon clan, who was injured, they seemed greatly relieved.

In the sky, Emperor Yi had transformed back into a massive blood eagle and was locked in a furious battle with Donggong Qianxue. Both struck with incredible speed, their clash darkening the heavens.

Amid the wild battle, immense pressure radiated outward, compressing the air into visible ripples that surged in all directions.

Their speed increased relentlessly.

Eventually, it became impossible to distinguish one from the other. All that could be seen was an endless burst of seven-colored divine radiance shooting skyward and a flood of crimson light, dyeing the sky half in brilliant hues and half in scarlet.

Below, Chen Changsheng and his daughter, along with the others, looked up silently at this epic battle.

Emperor Yi, the young lord of the demon clan, was undoubtedly one of the most outstanding talents in this sacred domain’s younger generation.

Though Donggong Qianxue had only recently broken through to the Extreme Dao Second Realm, she possessed the divine phoenix bloodline!

At one moment, high above, Emperor Yi and Donggong Qianxue suddenly separated, both transforming back into human form and descending to the ground.

The onlookers quickly focused their gaze and saw Emperor Yi’s body riddled with dozens of grievous wounds, blood relentlessly flowing until he appeared drenched in it.

His face was pale and looked utterly tragic.

As for Donggong Qianxue, streams of divine blood flowed on her body as well, but her condition was clearly much better.

It was evident that Donggong Qianxue was the victor of this fierce battle.

“You, Emperor Yi, you despicable wretch! Were it not for the sake of the demon clan’s dignity, you’d already be a corpse!” Donggong Qianxue shouted coldly, her exquisitely beautiful face still filled with murderous intent.

“Thank heavens Princess Qianxue won. That damned brat almost made me furious to death!” Emperor Shitian breathed a long sigh of relief. Behind Donggong Qianxue stood Young Master Chen; if anything happened to her, the demon clan would surely be doomed.

The demon clan elders around him also secretly sighed with relief.

“Father, why do you treat me this way? Ah...” Emperor Yi, already battered and frustrated beyond measure, felt as if a thousand swords had pierced his heart upon hearing Emperor Shitian’s words.

“Pfft...” Before he could finish, he spat a mouthful of thick blood, unsure if it was due to Donggong Qianxue’s injuries or sheer rage.

His body was wounded, but his heart was even more broken.

“You brat, enough nonsense! Come here immediately and apologize to Young Master Chen, his daughter, and Princess Qianxue!” Emperor Shitian roared with anger. This troublemaker had offended Young Master Chen; he wished he could just crush him with a single palm.

“Father, you, you...” Emperor Yi’s eyes bulged fiercely, his face contorted in an expression more terrifying than a demon’s.

“Ah—” He suddenly let out a beast-like roar, spun around, and shot skyward.

“Whoosh!” Massive wings sprouted from his back. He transformed once more into a giant blood eagle and sped away, vanishing from sight in the blink of an eye.

“Damn that bastard!” Emperor Shitian bellowed, clenching his fists so hard his lungs felt like they would burst. To have such a son was truly a great misfortune for the demon clan.

The demon elders could only shake their heads and sigh deeply.

“Young Master Chen, I apologize sincerely. A father’s failure lies in not educating his son. I owe you an apology for my brat’s behavior.” Emperor Shitian approached Chen Changsheng, the previous anger now replaced by utter humility.

The pressure from the realm of the immortals and gods was truly formidable; even the demon patriarch humbled himself before Chen.

He resolved to put on more of a show in the future.

Refreshing!

Chen Changsheng smirked inwardly, his vanity greatly satisfied.

He waved his hand casually and said leisurely, “Patriarch, there’s no need for that. I didn’t take it to heart.”

“Good. Thank you for your magnanimity, Young Master Chen!” Emperor Shitian and the demon elders exchanged glances, each wearing a smile.

As long as Young Master Chen bore no grudge, everything could be settled.

“Princess Qianxue, how are your injuries? They shouldn’t be serious, right?” Chen Changsheng stepped forward with concern.

Heaven! Young Master Chen actually cares about me—is this a dream?

Donggong Qianxue was instantly flattered, feeling her injuries ease considerably in that moment.

“Thank you for your concern, Young Master Chen. My wounds are not serious,” she said respectfully.

“That’s good to hear.” Chen Changsheng nodded lightly. If her injuries were severe, it would be troublesome, since the final trial was only three days away.

Though Donggong Qianxue had no intention of vying for the title of Sacred Emperor candidate, this honor must not fall into the hands of the princes from the Western or Northern Sacred Kingdoms.

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The massive blood eagle swept across the sky and soon arrived above the largest immortal mountain in the sacred domain, descending to land.

As his talons touched the ground, he shifted back into human form.

His wounds were still shocking to behold, with fresh blood flowing from each one.

“Who dares trespass on my lord’s mountain?” a cold voice called out from the nearby buildings. “Foolish brat, does anyone have the right to invade the lord’s mountain at will?”

At that moment, a figure shot upward and landed before Emperor Yi—it was none other than Gu Shaobai.

“Ah, the young lord of the demon clan, Emperor Yi?” Gu Shaobai lightly waved a white jade fan, surprised to see Emperor Yi so grievously injured. “Weren’t you usually so arrogant and domineering? Who dared hurt you like this?”

“It was that princess from the Spring-Autumn Sacred Kingdom. That damned woman is a monster!” Emperor Yi’s face was ashen and terrifying as he gritted his teeth.

“The princess of the Spring-Autumn Sacred Kingdom?” Gu Shaobai frowned deeply, a shocked expression crossing his delicate, almost feminine features. “You mean Donggong Qianxue, who came from the Eastern Domain with Dantai Wushuang? She managed to wound you like that? Weren’t you supposed to be about to break through to the Perfect Dao Realm?”

“Brother Gu, I came here in haste to tell you this: Donggong Qianxue is truly formidable. She carries the divine phoenix bloodline and transformed into a seven-colored divine phoenix during our battle,” Emperor Yi said coldly. “She actually held back out of respect for the demon clan, or else I’d already be a corpse.”

“So, at the final trial in three days, you must warn the Western Sacred Kingdom’s prince Mo Yinyue you brought along. One careless step, and he might fall to that damned Donggong Qianxue.”

“A princess of the Spring-Autumn Sacred Kingdom with the divine phoenix bloodline? She can transform into a seven-colored divine phoenix?” Gu Shaobai was stunned. “But I’ve never heard of the Sacred Emperor Donggong Fu of the Spring-Autumn Sacred Kingdom having the divine phoenix bloodline. And the Sacred Empress is from your demon clan; where does this divine phoenix bloodline come from?”

“Exactly. This matter is very strange,” Emperor Yi admitted, clearly puzzled. “But Brother Gu, that’s not the main point. The key fact is she’s incredibly strong—she can contend with early Perfect Dao Realm experts without issue.”

“Contend with early Perfect Dao Realm experts?” Gu Shaobai inhaled sharply, his expression turning grave.

He had already planned to fully support Mo Yinyue in the final trial, then deal with him afterward, making himself the sole candidate for Sacred Emperor. The position would inevitably be his.

But now, Emperor Yi’s words about the Spring-Autumn Sacred Kingdom princess’s strength caught him completely off guard!