fleeing in panic

The news of Rong Yan's return spread throughout the entire demon race. The Holy Venerable planned to hold a grand banquet in ten days to celebrate Rong Yan's return to his ancestral clan.

This move also served to reveal Rong Yan's true identity to the world.

After several days of preparation, on the day of the banquet, many demons were invited to attend.

Among them is the Qingqiu Fox Clan.

The banquet was held in the Sky-and-Earth Pavilion outside the Demon Palace.

The massive, dark army of tens of thousands pressed forward, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.

Rong Yan changed into an extremely heavy robe, put on thick gold-patterned boots, tied his soft hair back high, and his sharp gaze revealed a cold and aloof temperament.

His aunt Yunxiu held his hand and led him to receive the worship of the people.

On the left is the current Holy Venerable, Yun Zheng's father, and his grandfather.

The crowd below roared "Long live the Holy Emperor! May His Majesty live ten thousand years!"

May your reign last a thousand years, and may you live ten thousand years!

"Rong Yan, look, this is everything I personally arranged for you. As long as you don't follow your father's old path, the world of the demon race will be yours." The Holy Venerable looked at his subjects below, his eyes burning with fervor.

At the banquet, besides the worshipping subjects, there were also Princes Yunliu and Yunque. These two were eccentric and peculiar, truly unsuitable to be ambitious monarchs.

Yunhua was frail and sickly from a young age, and she didn't even show up at the banquet where Rong Yan recognized his relatives.

"Did Father's old path involve him abandoning the throne for Mother?" He asked knowingly, even though he knew the truth.

"Don't say such things on such a joyous occasion," Yunxiu secretly reminded him, gently squeezing the back of his hand.

The Holy Venerable's face stiffened, his expression turning gloomy. "Why bring up this unfilial son?"

Rong Yan ignored him and insisted on speaking, saying, "Your Majesty, have you ever considered that what Father may have wanted was never these things?"

"Stop talking!" Yunxiu desperately tried to stop him. The Holy Venerable's face was grim, and he stared at him coldly, "Let him finish."

“I’ve never seen him since I was born, but I know he sacrificed himself for my mother and for the end of the war,” Rong Yan murmured, the Holy Venerable’s face turning ashen without him realizing it.

"In Your Majesty's view, the hegemony of the demon race is of utmost importance, but for me, everything here is too unfamiliar. I don't like this place, and I dislike the people here even more."

In such a world, what does life or death have to do with him?

"The rise and fall of the demon race, and the succession of immortal sects, are things I cannot change." He considers himself unambitious, and after struggling to survive for so many years, he cherishes his current life.

However, his unusual identity and extraordinary birth destined him to a life filled with unrest.

"Utterly foolish!!" The Holy Venerable roared in fury, and the thousands of demons below turned their gazes toward him.

"I have devoted myself to you with all my heart and soul. And now you can just abandon me with a simple 'I don't like you'? Do you think the demon race is a child's play?!" the Holy Venerable coldly questioned him.

Unable to bear seeing grandfather and grandson kill each other, Yunxiu couldn't help but whisper a word of advice, "Rong Yan, think about your father. Your grandmother and your family are here."

“Just treat today’s events as a joke,” Yunxiu urged him. “Quickly apologize to His Majesty. Don’t upset him on such an auspicious day.”

“I’m not joking,” Rong Yan said resolutely, tearing off the crown that symbolized his status under the cruel gaze of the Holy Venerable. “I don’t care about fame and fortune.”

"Whoever wants it, take it." Whether it's Yun Shang or anyone else.

"Hahahaha, excellent, excellent!" Yun Liu laughed heartily at the banquet, downing his cup of wine in one gulp. He laughed so hard he was practically doubled over.

"Laugh again and I'll kill you." Yun Que's face was gloomy, and he was shrouded in a gloomy aura that did not belong to his age. He was bursting with murderous intent.

The crown, crafted from gold, stone, and crystal, tumbled down the stone steps with a crisp sound.

The crowd below, oblivious to the danger, rushed to grab the crown, crowding around it so tightly that it was impossible to move.

"You unfilial son—" The Holy Venerable was furious and lashed out with his nine-section whip, the gale force of which was domineering.

Yunxiu instinctively stepped in front of Rong Yan and pleaded, "Father, Rong Yan only misspoke, please calm down."

"You stepped on me!!!"

"My arm!!"

"Who splattered my face with their brains?!"

The crown flew from her hand into the puddle, then from her sleeve into Yun Que's palm.

Yun Que's strange ailment was about to flare up when the robbers happened to arrive, their murderous intent surging.

In a moment of distraction, the demons who had tried to offend Yun Que collapsed to the ground.

Released, Yun Que breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the priceless crown in his hand, and tossed it aside in a tattered manner, landing right in the wine jar in front of Yun Liu.

Having witnessed the ruthless methods of the Third Prince, the demon people all paid homage to him.

“Aunt, let me make this clear today.” Rong Yan spoke up in one breath, “Demons and evil spirits are not the righteous path. Ten years ago, His Majesty lost countless lives and his own son in order to expand the territory and unify the country.”

"Even if Your Majesty still refuses to give up today, you must consider whether the Myriad Demons Hall can withstand the ravages of war once again."

"What do you know?" The Holy Venerable frowned angrily, and the demonic energy of his nine-section whip surged, swirling around him. "You hid in the immortal sect and were instigated by others to become ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth. I will not pursue the matter with you for the time being, but today you have defied me, and it is by no means your fault alone."

"The Immortal Sect has imprisoned you for many years. For this alone, the Immortal Sect is unforgivable." The Holy Venerable said coldly, "Let's start with your senior sister. Kill her and declare war on the Immortal Sect."

"No!!" This was not his true intention; he said so much only to buy time. He had already delivered the necessary items to break the Heavenly Prison to Yun Shang.

Now all we need to do is wait. The Blood-Clad Silkworm has gone, but why is there still no news?

Two slender fingers scooped up the heavy crown, dripping with rich wine liquid, and dropped it into the wine jar, splashing up ripples.

Yunliu tilted his head to examine it, thought it was no different from junk, and crushed it with one palm.

The shards scratched her fair skin, but Yunliu said nonchalantly, "Why are you bleeding?"

Then, with a forced smile, he said insincerely, "I'm sorry."

Yun Que endured the pain, his body convulsing. "Damn it."

The next moment, he plunged into the kneeling demons, dashing back and forth several times, and they fell one after another in front of Yunliu.

They screamed and fled for their lives. Chaos erupted below, and Yunxiu quickly ordered people to calm them down.

Just as chaos erupted, a little demon came to report, "Your Majesty, the Heavenly Prison has been breached, and all the prisoners have escaped!!"

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and catch them!!"

The Heavenly Prison imprisons countless demonic beasts, and its danger is such that even the Holy Venerable himself is powerless to deal with it.

Taking this opportunity to escape from the Demon Palace would only endanger all the people of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect.

The entire Demon Palace was in chaos.

"It's too dangerous here, come with your aunt quickly." Yunxiu took out a protective magic weapon from her pocket and escorted Rong Yan to a quiet place.

Having barely escaped from the battlefield, the sounds of fighting still lingered outside.

Yunxiu held his hand and continued walking forward.

"Aunt, I'm sorry," he said softly. Yunxiu didn't stop, tilting her ear slightly to try and hear what he was saying, but Rong Yan reached out and chopped at the back of her neck.

Yunxiu closed her eyes, her body went limp, and she instantly lost consciousness.

Rong Yan laid her flat on the ground, making sure there were magical artifacts and no one could get close before leaving with peace of mind.

Upon arriving at the pre-arranged location, they indeed found Blood-Clad Silkworm looking anxious.

The Blood-Clad Silkworm was carrying a person, none other than the unconscious Lin Yueyao.

"Wenwei, let's go quickly."

"Give him to me." Blood-Clad Silkworm obediently did as he was told, and Rong Yan caught him smoothly and put his arm around his shoulder.

"He gave me this, saying that as long as I have this, I can leave safely." Blood-Clad Silkworm had a waist token in its palm, emitting a soft glow.

Without delay, while things were in chaos, we hurriedly tried to extricate ourselves from the confusion.

The Blood-Clad Silkworm flapped its wings and flew away. Rong Yan embraced the person and sat on the enlarged back of the Blood-Clad Silkworm, the wind whistling in their ears.

He heard Yun Shang shouting and yelling below, the sounds of fighting gradually fading into the distance as he flew out of the Demon Palace.

Upon arriving at a border, the light from the waist token faded, and its demonic power ceased to function.

Border guards noticed the three men walking hurriedly and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"We're not doing anything, we just want to get out of here. Please do us a favor, brother." Blood-Clad Silkworm explained with a smile, and took the high-grade spirit stone that Rong Yan handed over.

The patrolling soldier readily accepted it and put it into his pocket. "It's not that you can't go out, but you need your identification tag."

"Of course, please take a look, brother." Blood-Clad Silkworm hurriedly took out the dull iron block.

"Who gave you this?! How dare you try to fool me with something like this? You're asking for death!" The patrolling soldier's expression changed, and he threw the waist token under his feet and crushed it.

Holding a waist pass allows one to move freely within the country, but if the waist pass becomes useless, it means that the holder has committed a heinous crime and done something extremely serious.

Its heinousness is comparable only to regicide.

"You lot are acting suspiciously. I'll report to the Holy Lord and then deal with you properly!" the patrolling soldier said viciously.

Blood-Clad Silkworm hurriedly begged for mercy, "Please don't! We are all honest and law-abiding people."

"Why should I ask him for anything?" Rong Yan's murderous intent stirred, and he signaled the Blood-Clad Silkworm to make his move.

Just as the Blood-Clad Silkworm was about to strangle the man, the patrolling soldier collapsed to the ground first, his face contorted in a ferocious expression.

It was as if he had been scared to death.

Following the gaze of the dead soldier, behind him stretched a vast army of thousands.

Leading the way was Yun Shang, full of vigor and high spirits, a far cry from his dejected appearance when he was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison.

He sat on horseback, grinning wickedly.

"What are you doing here?" As agreed, Yun Shang had already killed the Holy Venerable and sat on the throne.

"Of course I've come to see you off, my dear nephew."

Yun Shang wouldn't be so kind. He pushed Lin Yueyao into Xueyi Can's arms and planned to deal with it alone.

"Wenweijun, what are you going to do?"

Rong Yan calmly said, "I'll buy you time. You open the barrier and take Senior Sister away."

Without waiting for a reply, he charged out, a trail of flashing blades and roaring furiously—

"Leave me alone—"

"Alright." The Blood-Clad Silkworm, carrying the person, tried to tear open a gap in the barrier.