CHAPTER 445: CHAPTER 445: GREAT EMPEROR VERSUS GREAT EMPEROR

After the grouping was confirmed, the four groups of Quasi-Emperors were quickly separated.

Then, Brother Cheng and the other Quasi-Emperors of the fourth group were transmitted to the north of the Grand Demon Palace.

For battles at the Quasi-Emperor level, there’s no longer any arena or such restrictions on the venue.

Soon, more than 60 transparent bubbles rose in the sky above this group.

Each of them looked small, but under the influence of space rules and other laws, it didn’t matter how the Quasi-Emperors fought inside.

These bubbles didn’t isolate any rules or immortal power, allowing full display of all techniques inside.

The other three groups had similar ’battlefields.’

This is the Grand Demon Battle, where each group starts its first round of over 60 battles simultaneously.

There wouldn’t be a situation where one pair goes up one by one, while others watch and wait for their turn.

Unless you finish your fight quickly.

Under the gaze of all, the Quasi-Emperors of the four groups were automatically transmitted into the bubbles.

Besides those concerned about their own tribe’s Quasi-Emperor, most of the onlooking Demon Race focused on Brother Cheng.

After all, among all the competing Quasi-Emperors, his realm was the lowest, but his ’status’ was the highest.

And when his opponent appeared, there was unexpectedly a buzzing and laughter below.

"It’s him?"

"Que Mi Quasi-Emperor of the Lark Race?"

"Damn, this is really a big bargain."

"The Lark Race is about to make history!"

No wonder they reacted this way.

The Lark Race isn’t a strong tribe, with Que Mi as their only mid-stage Quasi-Emperor.

Not the kind proficient in fighting.

So every time he participated in the competition, it was just for show without any substantial engagement.

To date, he’s participated in the Grand Demon Assembly ten times, always losing regardless of whom he faced, never winning a match.

This time, he happens to face Brother Cheng, the only early-stage Quasi-Emperor.

The Lark Race’s Demon Kings and Demon Venerables who came along started getting excited.

"Wow, we hit the jackpot!"

"Hahaha, our Lark Race is going to be in the spotlight!"

"The might of the Great Emperor!"

Que Mi Quasi-Emperor, as the leader of the Lark Race, is also referred to as the Great Emperor by the larks in his tribe.

The larks of all sizes chirped and cheered exuberantly.

They almost wished they could fly near the bubble to play an anthem for their Great Emperor’s march.

"Thinking about our Lark Race’s Great Emperor defeating the Azure Dragon Race’s Great Emperor is thrilling!"

"Who would have thought our first victory involves stepping on this Ancient Royal Race, the Azure Dragon Race..."

Other tribes around expressed their disbelief.

This bargain is ridiculously good.

Even though everyone knew this newly-appointed Azure Dragon Emperor was just an early-stage Quasi-Emperor, losing was normal.

But given his status, if the Lark Race indeed defeated him, they could truly make a name with a battle.

After all, it’s a battle between two Great Emperors.

Rumor would spread outside that the Lark Race defeated the Azure Dragon Race.

Watching from above, the Cyan Dragon Emperor was almost jumping with anxiety upon witnessing this scene.

"Yulin, Mo Lin, you two are absolutely disgusting!"

On the surface, the arrangement of this match looked random, but since Mo Lin was the Lord of the Celestial Division, overseeing the event, there was plenty of room for manipulation.

"This is deliberate!"

"Absolutely deliberately embarrassing our Dragon Race!"

In his eyes, Brother Cheng was the ’last place’ of this event.

Initially, he thought if Cang Cheng lost to strong tribes like the Qilin, Insect, or Mouse races, it wouldn’t be too shameful.

Or losing within internal Dragon conflicts would even be insignificant.

Yet, the opponent ended up setting a match between this ’last place’ and a ’second last place’ opponent.

Losing this match would utterly disgrace them.

His greatest fear now was rumors spreading outside that the Lark Race had defeated the entire Dragon Race, shaming even him, the Cyan Dragon Emperor.

In response to his accusation, Emperor Mo Lin chuckled disdainfully.

"Cyan Dragon Emperor, everyone sees how weak the Lark Race is."

"If it were another tribe, they’d wish to meet such a weak opponent."

"Not to say this match is random, but even if I could arrange it, I’m actually considering the Azure Dragon Race. I don’t see why you’re dissatisfied."

His eyes were full of sardonic Yin and Yang flavor.

Other Demon Emperors chimed in merrily.

"Indeed, I’d love to encounter the Lark Race."

"Alas, my tribe’s Quasi-Emperor isn’t so lucky."

"Cyan Dragon Emperor, you shouldn’t complain after profiting..."

"Really, is it possible that even you, the Azure Dragon Emperor, can’t beat him?"

"If it were me, I’d be grateful for Emperor Mo Lin’s arrangement!"

The Cyan Dragon Emperor suppressed himself for a long time, eventually admitting he couldn’t out argue this crowd of flamboyant Yin and Yang monsters.

In the end, he could only cast his frustrated gaze towards Brother Cheng inside the distant bubble.

Ever since this rogue appeared, the Great Emperor hadn’t rested easy.

Under the watchful eyes of all, this peculiar showdown between ’last place’ and ’second last,’ and simultaneously between ’two Great Emperors,’ finally commenced.

Meanwhile, Quasi-Emperors from other groups started battling each other.

Brother Cheng could hear the outside discussions.

Regarding being arranged like this, Brother Cheng felt no dissatisfaction at all; instead, he was quite smug.

It’s a big spectacle, catching everyone’s attention.

Now at least half of the Demon Race audience is watching his match, with the spotlight fully on him.

Am I not again the center of attention?

"Thank you all for your support and encouragement!"

"I’ll continue to work hard!"

He acted as if he were a star.

All the demons present criticized, when did we ever cheer for you?

You lose this match, and there’s no chance to continue working hard.

Que Mi Quasi-Emperor on the opposite side wasn’t any better off.

He had participated so many times, always exiting in the first round, the champion of mediocrity.

This time, rare is the chance to win a match, and a ’very important’ one at that.

This perfect chance to debut nearly moved him to tears.

"Rest assured everyone, I will not let you down!"

"The history of the Lark Race will be created by me!"

"Let me introduce our Lark Race, nestled in a beautiful little valley on Biyu Mountain...a charming tribe known for singing gracefully and loving beauty...the renowned Colorful Band, available for various race celebrations in the Demon Realm..."

He actually took the opportunity to promote the Lark Race’s reputation.

Listening to him ramble on, even Brother Cheng was somewhat dumbfounded.

Damn, how are you more flamboyant than me?

"Brother, can’t you give the protagonist some respect?"

Que Mi Quasi-Emperor, who had his hometown promotion interrupted, grew a bit annoyed.

"Are you in such a hurry to be beaten up?"

"I originally wanted to give you some breathing time!"

Brother Cheng remarked that he was nearly embarrassed: "Well, I really must thank you..."

Finishing this sentence, he stimulated the Azure Dragon Bloodline.

His form flashed away.

The Que Mi Quasi-Emperor on the opposite side hadn’t even reacted before being hit head-on.

The force of 49 Hearts of Rule combined with a majestic and terrifying energy slammed onto him at once.

Boom!

A magnificent colorful figure soared like a meteor, landing heavily far away, nearly mute.