"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!"

Dikanlong was suffering from his existing injuries and kept getting new ones.

Shang Dongyang: "..."

Haha, this brute is indeed different from ordinary people;

As a human punching bag, he's incredibly resilient!

This old man is not even as good as the one sitting in the imperial court!

At least, he was the pure-blooded Emperor of the Great Zhao Dynasty!

Shang Dongyang scoffed at his mother's aesthetic sense and preferences, flicked his long sleeves, and coldly turned away from the palace, not intending to bring troops to rescue her anytime soon.

Only when this barbaric bastard dies can he rightfully succeed to the throne.

Anyway, the original Shang Xiche had already been turned into a puppet by this barbarian using evil magic. Once this brute died, Shang Xiche would become an idiot.

He can then pretend to pressure the emperor, or coax Shang Xiche into writing an abdication edict. When that happens, it will be a matter of course for him to ascend the throne!

What a coincidence!

Dikanlong happened to see the disdain in Shang Dongyang's eyes as he turned to leave.

He looked down at his body, which was covered in bruises, and realized that he had been looked down upon by his good-for-nothing son. He couldn't help but feel angry.

He is one of the twelve great demon generals of the demon race. When has he ever suffered such humiliation?

(Rabbit: Oh ho, as if you haven't dropped the ball many times.)

"Aaaaah—" Dikanlong roared with a ferocious expression, "Since you insist on courting death, then I will let you taste the power of the Ten Thousand Demons Devouring Souls!"

"Soul, come!"

"Hell on Earth!"

With a few boastful shouts from Dikanlong, the sky above Kyoto instantly became stormy, with dark clouds covering the sky. The originally clear and sunny autumn weather turned gloomy and dark in an instant, causing countless people to come out and crane their necks to watch.

Ji Fengming and his son Ji Chenhai exchanged a wary glance.

They both sensed caution in each other's eyes.

But on the surface, Ji Fengming still chuckled and teased, "Hey, you've set the mood pretty well, Dog. This young master is actually a little scared. Ten Thousand Demons Devouring Souls, that name sounds rather intriguing. So, you're admitting you're from Black Purgatory?"

When Ji Fengming said these words, he used his spiritual power to amplify his voice.

Even those in the court who didn't come out to watch because of Shang Xiche could hear it clearly, and the court was immediately filled with a buzzing of whispers.

Chen Ziyun's face immediately darkened, turning as black as the bottom of a pot, before turning deathly pale.

She stared in surprise at Shang Xiche, who sat on the dragon throne like an iron pillar, somewhat at a loss.

"So what if I admit it? Since ancient times, the victor is king and the loser is villain. Right and wrong are just means for the victor to cover up his shame. After I wipe out you vermin, it will be you bandits with bad reputations who will be infamous in the future." Dikanlong chuckled, his hands spread out like demonic claws, waving and mobilizing the dark clouds of demonic energy in the sky.

Just as all the demons gathered, about to unleash a massacre.

Suddenly, a rather polite voice came from the direction of the palace gate: "Hey you, the one laughing so smugly up ahead, wait a minute, wait a minute."

Dikanlong: "...?"

Which idiot is it that's running out here looking for death at this hour?

But this kid looks kind of familiar?

When Ji Chenhai and Ji Fengming saw the newcomers, they smiled knowingly.

"Wuying, what brings you here? My brother-in-law asked you to come," Ji Fengming stepped forward and patted Wuying's shoulder as usual.

Wuying nodded: "Yes, His Highness saw that this was quite a big event, so he sent me over to join in the fun."