"As the Demon Lord, the Demon Realm will be destroyed in your hands sooner or later."

"I've never seen a demon king who doesn't allow burning, killing, and looting. It's really funny."

Listening to the noisy sound, Li Jingxuan felt extremely irritated, and his tone instantly turned cold: "If you don't agree, then fight me. Whoever wins will get this position."

Li Jingxuan's long sword appeared in his hand at some point. As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword flew out of his hand and hovered above everyone's head.

Although there was only one sword, everyone felt that if they made their master unhappy, countless swords would fall from above their heads and pierce them into pieces.

For a moment, you could hear a pin drop in the hall, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

Because of the difference in strength, everyone had to temporarily suppress their resentment.

But this is only temporary, solving the problem is the key.

It was at this moment that the sound of slow and unhurried footsteps rang in everyone's ears.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice. The woman had a slim figure. Although it was just ordinary sect clothing, she looked different in it.

The calm and gentle temperament makes people feel safe and trusting from the bottom of their hearts just by looking at it from afar.

As they got closer, everyone remembered to look at her appearance.

On her delicate oval face, her fair skin was like fine porcelain, her complexion was slightly pink, and her almond-shaped eyes were clear and bright, as if elves were dancing in them.

Although she looks a bit weak, she gives people a sense of toughness and decisiveness.

But strangely, the two incompatible feelings actually achieved a strange balance in her.

"It's just spirit stones. I have plenty of them. What's there to argue about?"

(End of this chapter)