Journey to the End of the Night
Chapter 855 - Capítulo 855: 663: Night Court Coup (Part 3)
Capítulo 855: Chapter 663: Night Court Coup (Part 3)
Perhaps noticing the Female Demon Lord sitting for a long time without moving, Zangxin tilted his head slightly, casting a secret glance.
Soon after, a Demon Minister roared in anger: “If Your Majesty remains obsessed and unenlightened, do not blame this old minister for committing treason!”
The fingertip of the Demon Minister flashed, summoning a curved demon blade, stepping like a mountain, attacking like a storm, charging at the throne with thunderous fury.
The Female Demon Lord withdrew her gaze from Baili An, not knowing whether she was disappointed or something else. She let out a self-deprecating smile, raising her hand with a look of indifference and impatience.
Who would have thought, just as that arm placed on the table raised halfway, Baili An suddenly stood up from the chair, stepping forward across several shadows, raising his hand and pushing heavily. Instantly, it felt as if a sudden windstorm arose in the hall, and the Demon Ministers inside felt an overwhelming force of resistance approaching, uncontrollably staggering backwards, almost unable to stand firm.
Baili An’s lifted palm, as steady as a mountain, pushed towards the chest of the treasonous Demon Minister.
In that instant, time seemed to slow down countless times. The palm, like sinking into a sponge, ignored the powerful physique of the Demon Clan, inch by inch, sinking into the chest of the Demon Minister.
On the back of the Demon Minister, a clear palm print emerged.
“Puh!”
The Demon Minister did not spew blood; the sound of blood gushing was only because his chest exploded into a gruesome flower of blood. His eyes bulged, feeling as if his internal organs were instantly misaligned and crushed, and his whole body flew backward heavily, crashing to the ground with a thud.
He clutched his chest, struggling to get up, pointing at Baili An: “You! You! You!”
He couldn’t stand up despite trying for a long time, his whole body convulsing as if in a final moment of reflexive strength, collapsing lifeless back to the ground.
Most of the Demon Ministers who originally followed behind him, ready to rush together, shivered violently and abruptly stopped their steps, looking at Baili An in disbelief.
Blood from Baili An’s palm continued to drip down his fingers. He stood on the long steps of the hall, shaking his sleeve. The blood dripping from his fingers sprinkled on the carpet, and his gentle eyes slightly darkened, making one feel a chill at heart.
He spoke calmly: “Since you know it’s treason, how dare you act recklessly?”
The Female Demon Lord looked at that straight and tall back, her fingertips trembling fiercely, her eyes slightly widening, and her heart already in a chaotic mess.
“Good! Good indeed!” Young Master Mi Lu laughed sinisterly: “It seems that these treacherous ministers and traitors have indeed colluded with her just as River Lord Zangxin imagined!”
“Demon Queen.” Baili An ignored Young Master Mi Lu’s clamor, his gaze sliding softly over Zhi Yu Yan, saying: “You said you remember your past life, your heart was always with the empire, alone, without thoughts of martyrdom, and it was His Majesty who personally killed you, staging a false departure with the former lord, right?”
In his gaze, Zhi Yu Yan involuntarily trembled, her complexion turning slightly pale, and said: “Yes…”
“You’re lying!” Baili An laughed coldly and said: “Since you are a Corpse Demon, born from the dead, you must first give up past memories, forget the past. Tonight is your night of return, logically speaking, you are now just a blank sheet without memories. How do you know you are Demon Queen Zhi Yu Yan, and how can you so firmly claim that His Majesty killed you?”
“I… I…”
“As for the matter of killing your mother, let’s not rush to conclusions. Just that, Demon Queen, on what grounds did you break the birth principles of a Corpse Demon and remember past events so clearly? I remember that even the Royal Bloodline created by the Corpse King Jiang Chen himself could not achieve this. Then… who deliberately left these truthful memories on your blank sheet?”
Baili An’s words were not sharp, yet with a few words, he hit the mark directly, instantly cooling and settling this chaotic situation.