Actually, Yun Yuqing had felt something was strange before. Although this Azu was similar in many ways, she always felt a sense of unfamiliarity with him. She even secretly asked Pei Mianman about it, and Pei Mianman comforted her and told her not to worry.

Her worries came true; this Ah Zu was actually an imposter!

Jiang Luofu also suddenly realized something, thinking that no wonder this Azu was so easily ambushed, which was completely out of character for him.

Who exactly is this person impersonating Ah Zu?

Fortunately, these days we've been under the watchful eyes of these demons, so we haven't been taken advantage of by this imposter.

But now the question is, where did the real Ah Zu go?

Almost instinctively, the women looked at the "Lord of Slaughter" to the side.

The "Lord of Slaughter" secretly wiped away cold sweat, thinking to himself that women's intuition is truly powerful; they don't need any evidence, they can find the right person just by instinct.

Worried that the women might reveal something, he coughed lightly and continued to question the Demon Lord: "So you were completely relieved once you knew he wasn't the Regent? Are you that afraid of him?"

The Demon Lord snorted: "I'm afraid of him? What a joke! It's just that I'm showing him the bare minimum respect I should a powerful figure who controls the world."

"Then you seem unafraid of me?" the "Lord of Slaughter" asked coldly, staring at him.

The Lord of Demons laughed: "Lord of Slaughter, this is no longer your era. If you were in the Demon World, where you held the reins of power, I might still be somewhat wary of you. But now, in this cultivation world, and moreover, with the Demon World essentially destroyed, this little bit of world essence can no longer provide you with any help."

Thinking of the pale green beacon of law that seemed about to go out at any moment, he couldn't help but shake his head.

"I'll give you a choice: you help me kill the regent of this world, and I can spare your daughter. Maybe I'll even take you with me to the time fragment you've sealed away."

Salami hurriedly said, "Father, don't believe him. He now has the Treasure Box of Creation and knows the method of blood sacrifice. As soon as you leave, he will immediately activate that time fragment."

The Demon Lord clicked his tongue: "Look how much your daughter cares for you. For thousands of years, she has been running around trying to save you. Where can you find such a filial daughter? Are you really willing to not save her? Wouldn't that break the hearts of all those who follow you?"

Moghad and the other demons all looked at the "Lord of Slaughter": "My Lord!"

Although they were nominally the Lord of Slaughter's old subordinates, they had followed the young lady through thick and thin over the years and had developed feelings for her. They were unwilling to see her die like this.

The Lord of Slaughter said in a deep voice, "Hmph, you know that this world is quite special. That regent has already taken control of the world's power. How could it be possible to kill him in this world? If you and I join forces, we might still have a chance."

The Demon Lord shook his finger: "No, no, no, even if we join forces in this world, we probably can't kill him. Of course, it won't be easy for him to deal with us either. It's just that I greatly offended the old master back then, so I dare not join forces with you. Who knows if you will turn around and kill me in the crucial moment with that regent?"

"If that's the case, what are you up to by sending me to kill that regent?" the "Lord of Slaughter" said, feigning anger.

"Does the old man really want me to be so direct?" The Demon Lord chuckled sinisterly. "The main thing is that I always feel like that Regent is hiding somewhere watching me, but I can't find him. In order to prevent him from suddenly appearing and disturbing my great undertaking to find that sealed fragment, of course I need you to help me hold him off."

"So you really intend to open the Treasure Box of Creation alone." The "Lord of Slaughter" looked at him coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

The Demon Lord sighed: "Thousands of years have passed, and the old man is still so naive in this regard. He insists that I speak so bluntly, like the reason just now. Wouldn't it be better if everyone just understood each other?"

He paused for a moment, then said, "How about this, after I obtain the world law beacon of that spacetime, I will grant you a piece of this world so that you can still be a hegemon. That should be sincere enough, right?"

The "Lord of Slaughter" sneered: "Trying to fool me again? But I know what it means to have someone else sleeping soundly beside your bed!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he lunged at his opponent. In that instant, the oppressive aura emanating from the entire room made even the most powerful demons gasp for breath.

The Demon Lord's expression changed drastically. He thought he could control the old man's mind just like he used to, but why was he not playing by the rules?

Does he completely disregard his daughter's life or death?

While thinking, he dodged the opponent's attack backward, and at the same time used Salami as a shield to block the opponent's attack.

He knew that even though the Lord of Slaughter had been sealed and suppressed for thousands of years, he was still evenly matched with him, and it would be difficult to determine a winner in a short time if they really fought.

However, he now has his daughter in his hands. The Lord of Slaughter is known for doting on his daughter, and moreover, this daughter has spent countless efforts to save him. So, if they really fight, he will have the upper hand.

He was wondering why the other party dared to attack him even though he knew his daughter was in his hands, when suddenly his pupils contracted sharply, because he saw that the other party ignored Salami and continued to attack him directly.

Judging from this situation, Salami will be killed instantly, and I, hiding behind her, will also be seriously injured.

He suspected that the other party was deliberately creating this situation to force him to give up, but he dared not gamble, dared not risk his own safety.

In his view, no one's life was more important than his own, not even his own daughter's.

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