I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 260 - 17 Preparation for War in the Heavenly Demon Realm (Two-in-One 4000 Words - )

Chapter 260: Chapter 17 Preparation for War in the Heavenly Demon Realm (Two-in-One 4000 Words Chapter)

Two figures collided in an instant.

Boom! Thunderous rumblings!

The deafening roar echoed between heaven and earth.

The massive palace exploded, and figures were hurled out, standing in the distance, watching the battle unfold.

Bang!

Another collision ensued.

The resulting gust of wind flattened the mountains.

The divine light interwove with the dazzling silver brilliance, blinding and radiant.

It obscured the forms of Liang Hui and Hoo Xia.

"Someone is retreating!! It seems... it’s..." Disbelief resonated among the crowd of demons.

"The princess is being pushed back!!!"

As the words echoed, a hush fell over the crowd of demons.

Some of the top prodigies gazed with dimmed eyes at the staggering figure retreating within the divine glow.

With each strike mightier than the last, an array of astonishing secret techniques crisscrossed the skies.

All they resulted in was a bloodstained white robe and relentlessly retreating steps.

Defeated is defeated, no matter the strategy, scheming, or plotting, it all appeared exceptionally pale.

"It’s not surprising that one so weak could be forced to flee to this extent."

Bang!

Once again, fist met palm.

The bright moon in Liang Hui’s palm exploded, its dazzling silver glow burst forth, causing the woman to collapse to the ground.

The young man looked down at the woman on the ground with indifferent eyes, feeling a sting between his eyebrows, as if another strike would lead to immediate death.

He stood with his fists withdrawn, a sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth:

"Apart from the privileges of your ancestors, you are utterly worthless."

"Cough... cough... cough."

The woman coughed lightly, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Her beautiful eyes stared at the red-robed figure, searing his visage into her mind.

Struggling to her feet, she waved her hands, and the earth’s craters mended themselves.

At the same time, a vermillion pagoda appeared behind her.

The woman glanced at the observing demon tribe with slightly parted red lips.

"Continue the meeting, now follow me inside."

Her voice was calm and indifferent, as if nothing had happened.

She turned around!

And walked toward the pagoda.

The crowd of demons exchanged glances, then began to enter the pagoda in an orderly fashion, deliberately distancing themselves from Liang Hui.

"Alas!" A soft sigh came from behind.

Kung Fan’s eyes held helplessness as though wanting to say something, but eventually, he walked past the young man and into the pagoda.

Meanwhile, a figure clad in green iron clothes approached from afar, stopping beside him.

"Yue Chan, you should have shown mercy, to save face for the Imperial Family."

Liang Hui turned his head slightly, looking at Qing Cheng as he spoke word by word:

"Are we acquainted? Telling me what to do."

"Hmph!"

Qing Cheng’s expression turned cold, and the dragon horns within his flowing hair shone brilliantly, exuding a chilling intent to kill.

"Do not think that because you defeated the princess, you can act without restraint. The Heavenly Demon Realm is much larger than you can fathom."

"Another word, and I will cut you down!"

Liang Hui’s eyes lowered, and he lifted his hand to smooth out the creases at his robe’s hem.

The youth’s expression grew unsightly, but in the end, he said no more and walked into the pagoda.

Time passed, and the demons had all entered.

Soon, only Liang Hui was left standing there alone.

The young man’s gaze was serene as he looked at the pagoda before him, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he murmured in his heart, ’How calm!’

His thoughts flowed, and he took steps forward.

If he couldn’t disrupt the meeting, then he still needed to listen to its content.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed as the figure in a red robe walked leisurely in.

Amidst the complicated looks from the demons, he walked forward step by step until he reached near the woman.

He then took a cushion from his embrace and sat down, extending his hand to take up a teacup from the table and sipping from it.

"Please continue, I am also here to attend the meeting."

Hoo Xia’s eyelashes trembled slightly as she glanced at the red robe. His hand gestured as if to dismiss someone.

Then, she took a wine cup from her storage space and raised it.

"Everyone, drink this cup to the full."

"To the princess!"

Amid the shouts, all the demons raised their cups and drank in one gulp.

Hoo Xia glanced at the figure eating fruit beside her and put down her cup, getting straight to the point.

"The Human Race’s prodigy, with the Taoist name Qing Cang, which implies the one to support the azure sky."

Boom!

The crowd of demons erupted in turmoil.

"Arrogance, how can the puny Human Race be so presumptuous!"

"We must slaughter the Human Race, or we will never rest."

"Find him, kill him!"

...

The reason for the demons’ fury was that the azure sky of the Heavenly Demon Realm belonged to the two Demon Emperors.

To assume such a Taoist name was the height of arrogance and hubris.

Liang Hui sat in the main seat, listening to the abuse from the crowd of demons, noting down the ones who cursed the harshest.

They would be the first to be cleansed.

If it weren’t for the presence of a few old creatures watching over this place, he would have already taken to the field and massacred all of these armored and furry creatures.

But moments before in the palace, he had used the moonlight as cover to mark all the demons, planning to slay them one by one later.

Having finished the fruit in his hand, Liang Hui picked up another and began to taste it.

Hoo Xia reached out her hand and tapped lightly on the long table.

"And this Taoist Qing Cang, he killed the Heavenly Roc Tribe’s prodigy Peng Hong, and even the Myriad Centipedes Tribe’s Wu Yi was slain by him, with only myself surviving."

"The Heavenly Roc’s technique is famed for the fastest in the world, yet he had no chance to flee," Qing Cheng said with a grave expression and cold eyes.

"I have witnessed Wu Yi’s blade myself, not weaker than most from the Royal Clan, and yet he was killed, even in a joint attack," Kung Fan placed the wine cup in his hand down, his gaze filled with thought.

Bits of hearsay pieced together with Hoo Xia’s narrative, solidifying the demon tribes’ attitude towards that Human Race prodigy, and further strengthening their resolve to kill.

"The Heavenly Roc Tribe’s powerhouses are calculating Qing Cang’s location, but they are unable to derive a precise location due to an unknown treasure concealing him. They can only ascertain that the person remains in the Howling Moon Mountain Range."