World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1271 - 563: Nai’er slaughter! Returning to the Flame Demon Tribe!

Chapter 1271: 563: Nai’er slaughter! Returning to the Flame Demon Tribe!

Lanling, taken aback, said: "May I ask!"

Princess Sha Yan said: "Where did you obtain the Flowing Years Elixir and Nirvana Blood? Whether it’s your martial arts or identity, you don’t seem like someone who possesses such rare treasures."

Lanling couldn’t help but fall momentarily into a demonic trance.

Princess Sha Yan said: "You can lie, but every word you lie with, I can discern."

What does she rely on to discern? Spiritual power?

Lanling said: "I discovered a Demonic God Ruins, where I obtained the Flowing Years Elixir and Nirvana Blood."

Lanling was indeed not lying.

Princess Sha Yan stared at Lanling for a long moment, saying: "This answer is truthful, but it is evasive."

Lanling was astonished; he initially thought Princess Sha Yan discerned truth through Mental Skill, not realizing she simply understood the human heart.

Princess Sha Yan said: "What do you want to do with the Splendid Star Tear?"

"Save someone!" Lanling replied.

Princess Sha Yan narrowed her eyes, clearly unsatisfied with this answer as well.

"Another treacherous man," she concluded, openly expressing her disdain toward Lanling with her gaze.

Then she ordered, "Someone, give him a cloak."

Moments later, someone brought a cloak adorned with the mark of flames, seemingly embedded with some sort of energy.

"And give him a Griffin Beast," Princess Sha Yan commanded.

Then someone brought forth a Griffin Beast.

Next, Princess Sha Yan whispered a few words into the Griffin Beast’s ear, after which the beast affectionately rubbed its face against hers.

"Wearing this cloak ensures that within a thousand-mile radius, no one will dare to rob or kill you. However, the energy insignia will vanish in three days, and this Griffin Beast will return after flying 1,500 miles. The rest of the journey you must manage yourself, evasive traitor," Princess Sha Yan said.

Having spoken, Princess Sha Yan arrogantly departed, not hiding her disgust, unwilling to speak another word with him.

Lanling stood there, watching the princess’ retreating figure, squinting in thought for a good while.

Clearly, Princess Sha Yan despised him, so why did she help him? There seemed to be no reason.

Then he understood one thing: the true master behind the Heaven and Earth Pavilion was Princess Sha Yan.

Today, Lanling brought her immense profit, so despite her dislike for him, she still protected his life, but only for three days.

Lanling shook his head speechlessly.

Wearing the cloak, he mounted the Griffin Beast, spread his wings, and flew eastward.

...

Still at the ten-thousand-meter mountain peak, still the precarious Dark Hall.

A bloodthirsty bat flew atop the mountain, and riding it was the middle-aged man who had bid for the Nirvana Blood.

Leaping off the bat, he entered the Dark Hall.

Simultaneously, his form began to change, his face morphing.

His height increased by nearly twenty centimeters, reaching over 1.9 meters.

His face also transformed, molded as if by axe and chisel, revealing a strikingly handsome visage.

This must be the most handsome face in the world, with the deepest, sharpest eyes, the straightest, most prominent nose, and the finest yet firm lips.

The entire face truly seemed carved from jade.

Such handsomeness, like a sharp sword, seemed ready to pierce and draw blood, making one not dare to gaze directly.

Combined with his tall and robust physique, resembling a steely and perfect form, he exuded immense pressure.

This unparalleled handsomeness bore no warmth whatsoever, filled with coldness, rejecting all from thousands of miles away with oppressive force.

In the Dark Hall, a taller middle-aged man sat cross-legged, eyes closed in meditation.

He was none other than the Demon King, Your Majesty, conducting the blood sacrifice ceremony.

He greatly resembled the strikingly handsome young man, but his features were much softer, although the bright red scar on his face added a touch of the eerie.

This young man, like an unsheathed sword, was brimming with sharpness.

While the middle-aged man resembled a heavy sword, a sword without form, without edge, concealed silently.

The strikingly handsome young man stepped forward, kneeling with one knee and said: "Father, the Nirvana Blood has arrived!"

"Hmm!" The Demon King opened his eyes.

Dozens of powerful Shamans by his side all opened their eyes.

"Where is Di Yan?" the strikingly handsome young man asked.

The Demon King’s eyes narrowed slightly, looking at his son, then he gestured outward.

A gust of alluring fragrance, an exceptionally beautiful figure floated inside.

The ethereal, stunning, world-altering Ancient Witch Empress Di Yan floated inside.

Upon entering, she noticed a stranger, a strikingly handsome young man. She cast a light glance and then directly looked away.

It was the Demon King’s son’s first encounter with Di Yan, his cold, stone-like face trembling slightly.

The icy deep pupils contracted sharply, breath momentarily stalling. Then, the whole heart seemed to clench as if gripped suddenly by a hand.

The Demon King extended his hand: "Bring it!"

The Demon King’s son presented the Nirvana Blood.

The Demon King opened the bottle, inhaled, and said: "Indeed, the ancient Nirvana Blood, truly fate’s decree, appearing just when I need it."

The Demon King’s son said: "Father is destined to unify the Southern Barbarian and establish the Demon Empire."

The Demon King said: "Empress Di Yan, drink it."