When the demon elites tried to stop Ao Qian, it was too late. Xuan Ce was no match for Ao Qian. His attack on Ao Qian failed, and he ended up committing suicide. His divine status was destroyed, and the dignified ancient divine envoy perished.
This scene stunned everyone.
"Your Majesty, that person is the Divine Envoy! What should we do?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, the Demon Clan will suffer a great calamity! If the ancient gods punish us, how can we Demons withstand it?"
The elites were terrified and stared blankly at Aoqian.
Ao Qian's cold gaze swept over the elites. "Why are you here?"
"The elders sent us along, but we didn't expect that we wouldn't be able to help at all..."
"The elders are worried that I've offended the divine messenger, so they sent you to stop me, aren't they?" Ao Qian sneered.
Several elites immediately knelt down and explained to Ao Qian, "Your Majesty, the elders were only thinking of the demon race..."
"There's no need to tell me these things. I don't want to hear them. You can either go back to the Demon Clan or do as you please. Don't try to interfere with my decision." Aoqian was still going to pursue the Demon King and had no time to deal with these irrelevant people.
Just then, Song Xiwei's voice transmission came through.
Upon hearing that Song Xiwei had actually asked about the ancient god and Xuan Ce, Ao Qian recounted what had just happened to Song Xiwei.
He thought that Song Xiwei would blame him or be unhappy if she heard that Xuan Ce had died at his hands.
Ao Qian thought to himself that he was in the right this time, and that he would explain things to Song Xiwei properly once she was willing to listen to his explanation.
But the blame he expected did not come.
Instead, she asked him with concern, "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"
Ao felt a surge of warmth in his heart. "I wasn't injured. Although he was a divine messenger, his divine status had long been unstable. He probably hadn't cultivated for years and had been busy committing crimes. Anyway, I didn't do anything to him. He tried to suppress me with the power of his divine status, but he ended up getting himself into trouble and losing his life."
Song Xiwei: "I understand. How much longer until you return to Chidu?"
Aoqian was puzzled. Song Xiwei hadn't even lectured him. Didn't she blame him?
"Aren't you angry with me for being reckless? After all, he died at my hands, which might bring disaster to the demon race. The entire demon race might blame me."
"Where there is oppression, there should be resistance. For a full ten thousand years, the demon race had to tremble before the God Lord and that divine messenger because of a contract. Ten thousand years is enough. This time, they unilaterally broke the contract, attempting to dismantle the demon race, and even extended their reach so far. If you, as the Demon Lord, do not resist and allow yourselves to be slaughtered, then the demon race's fate will also be sealed. For ten thousand years, the successive Demon Lords have knelt before the God Lord, and it was not enough. Now that you have stood up, why should you kneel?"
Song Xiwei mentioned violating the contract, and Aoqian was surprised that Song Xiwei knew more than he did.
"Do you know the specifics of the contract?" Although Aoqian had been the Demon Lord for two years, his father, the previous Demon Lord, had not had time to tell him about these contracts with the ancient gods due to an unexpected accident.
Some of the high-ranking elders in the Demon Clan only knew that the first Demon Lord, the ancestor of the Demon Clan, had signed a contract with the ancient god, requiring all generations to abide by the rules of the contract and to revere the lineage of the ancient god.
Every 100,000 years, the God Lord will send divine messengers to inspect the Demon Clan.
However, even the elders knew very little about the specific details of the contract, except for the successive Demon Lords.
Song Xiwei, too, inadvertently sensed a mysterious guidance and found an even more mysterious dossier.
That dossier was actually the contract that the first Demon Lord and the ancient God Lord signed back then.
Logically speaking, she should know nothing about this ancient script, but when she saw those characters, she instantly understood them, as if they were not unfamiliar to her.
Before Song Xiwei could even marvel at this sudden awakening of her strange talent for language and writing, her attention was completely focused on the contents of the contract.
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