Chapter 625: Chapter 562: Are You a Pervert?

The storm had ceased, and the five-colored lightning that surged like flood dragons in the sky had also dispersed between heaven and earth.

All had returned to calm, the lush Qingye trees rustled, shaking off strings of crystal water droplets from among their thousands of leaves and flowers.

By March, the heavy rain had lightly scattered, winds swept across the water surface, and under the dense shade of the green trees, seventeen-year cicadas emerged from the soil, their piercing sounds jarring yet somehow focusing the mind.

The Demon Generals, who had been kneeling weakly in the water, no longer felt the bizarre, draining weakness suck away their strength, as the chaotic Spiritual Flow and Demonic Qi on the Time Platform resumed their normal trajectories with the stopping of the great winds.

When the fierce storm had besieged the world, to the numerous Demon Generals, the phenomenon was not life-threatening, but the dehydration of their Demon Essence felt much like suffocation, taking a long time to nourish and replenish.

As the clouds dispersed and the rain cleared, the demons finally seemed to catch their breath. But at this moment, the Demonic Qi in the surrounding spaces had become extremely scarce, to the extent that the flow of Demon Fire Liquid on the Imperial Platform had unknowingly quenched cold.

On the small altar tree, a turning-red Qingye leaf deepened in color, dripping from its tip like tears of blood.

Under the cold, shaking leaves, light filtered through the misty water vapor, slowly outlining the figure and contours of a man.

His face was enshrouded in strands of black Qi. After the battle, his features were still obscured, only his eyes, sinister like a demon’s, intermittently visible through the black mist.

At the man’s heel was a sinister beast, shadowing his every step.

It held symbol chains in its hand, three of which were broken, only one lonely chain remaining.

The demons saw Wuhe Su Xi emerging from the Qingye World, his black robe billowing like dark clouds, carrying a pale, bloody woman.

The spirit platform between the woman’s brows was evidently devoid of life.

Recalling the terrifying celestial changes from moments ago, the demons shuddered, bowing their heads, unable to meet his gaze.

The young Wuhe, newly returned to the Demon World, possessed the power to plunder the spirit of heaven and earth, suggesting that he hadn’t used even a tenth of his cultivation strength during the battle with Erhe Zangxin.

Ning Feiyan swept a glance at the frightened demons who dared not look up, finding it somewhat amusing internally.

If these bowing demons had raised their heads, they would see that the man walking through the cold mist bore not a broken symbol chain on his body.

Though victorious in the challenge, cloaked and wet in the misty rain, he appeared much like a restrained evil hound—disheveled and vulnerably alone to the observant eye.

The Female Demon Lord, unfazed, cast a glance at the man amid the clearing mist.

Resting her arm supporting her cheek on the throne, as if blind to the restless, fearful demon ministers below, she looked at the lifeless Shengqing Scripture in Su Xi’s hand and casually smiled, “Is that all? Killed already?”

Su Xi casually threw Ye Lian’s corpse onto the rainy ground, dropping to one knee, he said, “Taixuan Sect’s Ye Lian, daring to intrude into the Royal City of Ming Continent and disrupt the banquet, deserved to be executed.”

“Very well,” murmured the Female Demon Lord, her nine-streamer coronet gently swaying; the shadows cast by the Black Jade beads perfectly concealed her eyes.

Her voice bore a smile, but her lofty demeanor was distinctly indifferent:

“With the Scripture Master of Taixuan’s Shengqing Scripture gone, it brings benefits to our Demon World. It prevents complications that arise in the protracted night. When Su Guanhai seeks a new master for the Seven Sutras, it’d be wise to make use of Ye Lian’s body while the scriptures have not yet left her, and throw her corpse into the Seven Resentment Pond to dispose of the scriptures and eliminate future threats.”

Su Xi involuntarily clenched his fist within his sleeve, his face expressionless as he heavily prostrated himself on the ground, his voice grave, “Demon Lord, Ye Lian killed my mentor, slaughtered my brothers, and destroyed my homeland. This hatred is profound and unforgettable! Simply killing her with a sword is far from enough to appease the hatred in my heart. I beg your Majesty to grant me Ye Lian’s body. One day, I shall turn her body into a Demon Puppet for our Demon Clan to use, let the Master of Taixuan taste the flavor of his favorite disciple slaughtering his Immortal Sect’s disciples; it would be most satisfying!”

The Female Demon Lord nonchalantly lifted her cup, yet did not drink, staying silent for a long while without answering.

Her deep eyes under her long lashes seemed to see right through his soul.

Sweat slid down Su Xi’s forehead, he endeavored to keep his voice steady, pressing his spine even more bowed.

His body nearly sinking into the dust, he gritted his teeth, “Has Your Majesty ever hated someone so, where even death seemed too easy, where the Eighteen Layers of Hell appeared too welcoming and comfortable, and reducing to ashes too light a punishment? Only seeing her whole before me, eternally unable to transcend—this would be true satisfaction.”

The Female Demon Lord finally responded, nodding slightly, her demonic allure oddly sinister and warm under her coronet beads:

“You speak truth. To personally dig that person from the Eighteen Layers of Hell and let them taste the sufferings of the Mortal World anew is indeed pleasurable. Yet what qualifies you to share such a pleasure as mine? While I appreciate your victory, I find the idea of her being utterly obliterated far more intriguing than her becoming a banal Demon Puppet.”

Her words were always straightforward, and yet so apt to thrust one into despair.

Breath tight, Su Xi trembled slightly, the symbol chain connected to the beast bone in his right hand emitted a faint shiver.

As he was about to raise his head, his eyes bloodshot, Ning Feiyan suddenly let out a light laugh, offhand at such an inappropriate moment, saying something equally untimely.