Chapter 40 Chapter 40 Who is the Demon Lord? He is my fan leader
Most of the monks in the audience began to feel angry. In the demon world, the Demon Lord Fu Yin was their supreme faith. When their faith was rejected, how could their anger be easily dispelled?
"No matter what your reason is, if you dare to refuse the Demon Lord, you shall die!"
Sang Ling glanced at Gou Qiu, who was also extremely anxious at the moment. He transmitted a message to Sang Ling: "Now the entire demon world is discussing your refusal to meet the Demon Lord."
This news was exactly what Sang Ling had expected. The cultivators in the Nest Tower could not have just learned the news. This proved that the news that she refused to meet Fu Yin had been spread in the Demon Realm earlier.
Just wait for her to go to the banquet today and explode.
This is not unusual. Why did the news spread throughout the demon world, but there was no news from the people coming and going in Chunming Pavilion? It could only be that someone was plotting this.
Sang Ling glanced at Mo Shengze imperceptibly. Was this the lesson Fu Wei gave her?
If it was a trap set by him, was she worthy of Fu Wei setting such a trap - strangulation?
The people in the audience were becoming more and more excited. Even Sang Ling was somewhat surprised at Fu Yan's supreme status in the Demon Realm. In the Demon Realm, a place where life and death were fought and blood was gushed out, he gathered everyone's faith.
It turns out that the number one on his wish list is so terrifying.
In just a moment, the prostrate believers in the audience had begun to transform verbal attacks into physical attacks. The spiritual weapons in their hands flashed brightly and rushed straight towards Sang Ling's vital points. There were also monks among the guests who were anxious to block for Sang Ling, but there were too many people attacking, and the attacking spiritual weapons were as numerous as falling flowers.
Gou Qiu immediately activated the protective formation for the Jiaotai Banquet. Originally, this protective formation was to prevent overly excited guests from coming on stage to harass the courtiers. Who would have thought that one day it would be used to block such an attack as today.
Gou Qiu immediately went up to the stage and stood beside Sang Ling. She had a thin layer of sweat on her forehead and shouted:
"Everyone calm down first, we will definitely give you an explanation for this matter!"
As the manager of Chunming Pavilion, Gou Qiu was considered a big shot in Chao City. The people below the stage gave him some face and he finally calmed down for a moment.
"Okay, then I want to see what explanation you Chunming Pavilion can give!"
Gou Qiu immediately sent a message to Sang Ling: "You should apologize as soon as possible. You have also seen the attitude of these cultivators below the stage. They will not believe the excuses you come up with."
Gou Qiu stood up to speak for Sang Ling, so this matter was no longer just Sang Ling's business, it was linked to Chunming Pavilion, and Sang Ling's behavior was no longer just her own.
If it was just a rumor, then the matter would be easy to handle, but it is a fact that Sang Ling refused to meet the Demon Lord. Although I don’t know where this matter came from, the fact is beyond doubt.
It would be good to be able to come up with some reason to explain it, but after thinking about it for a long time backstage, she still couldn't come up with any reason.
As a person from the demon world, she understands the revered status of the Demon Lord in the demon world better than anyone else.
Sang Ling took the jade tube in his hand and naturally heard Gou Qiu's voice transmission.
Her face was calm as she watched the chaos below the stage. It was a mess. After a moment of calm, many monks became agitated again and attacked the protective formation with spiritual weapons in their hands. They angrily wanted to rush onto the stage to hit her.
However, there were still monks in the audience who looked concerned and held spiritual weapons to protect her safety. Only fans could do this.
Just like in her previous life, the scene of her fans and haters fighting each other was just online while the other two were offline.
But in this situation, her fans were still weak. She could see that a fan stood in front of the angry monk's spiritual weapon to protect her. The spiritual weapon full of power was about to hit the fan in just one second.
Sang Ling's expression finally changed.
She stepped lightly on her toes, and the protective formation dissipated from the inside out. She flew out of thin air, and the fiery red sword that had not been shown for a long time struck at the attacker's spiritual weapon. With a single hand, she half-embraced the monk who was protecting her.
She had no intention of fighting, and after defeating the spiritual weapon, she took two steps back and stopped on the uncovered round platform.
The monk who was half held in her arms suddenly opened his eyes, and saw Sang Ling with a serious face. This monk was captured by Sang Ling at the last Jiaotai Banquet. That day, Sang Ling was extremely beautiful, delicate and gentle, always lovable.
But now, the Sang Ling in front of him had a serious look on his face, holding a fiery red sword, looking fierce and powerful. He looked completely different from the image at the Jiaotai Banquet that day, but it made people's hearts beat like drums.
The protective formation was broken from the inside and could not be rebuilt in a short period of time. Sang Ling, who was standing on the circular platform, was now a human target.
In a short period of time, Gou Qiu was unable to summon the guards of Chunming Pavilion, so he could only take out the spiritual weapon and try to protect Sang Ling for a while.
Sang Ling was unusually calm. She held a fiery red sword and slammed it against the platform. Invisible waves spread out and all the monks who attacked her were knocked down.
These monks who were making trouble calmed down immediately. They looked up and saw Sang Ling's eyes looking down. Her figure was like a swaying willow, but she exuded vigorous vitality and powerful energy.
Sang Lingxu hugged his fans, his flaming red sword flashing with terrifying power.
She never gave up practicing day and night.
She is never weak!
There were many powerful cultivators present, and they immediately identified that Sang Ling was at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul...
With this level of cultivation, he is also a strong man in the demon world.
Both her fans and the monks who attacked her were shocked. No one had expected that a person from a certain realm could have such a high level of cultivation.
The audience truly calmed down.
Sang Ling drew out her fiery red sword, swung it into a flower pattern and put it away. She looked at everyone and pursed her lips:
"Why don't you listen to my reasons?"
This time no one said anything. No matter what the reason was, anyone who dared to refuse the Demon Lord would be killed.
There was silence in the audience.
A rough male voice came out from the nest building again: "Tell me now, I want to see what reasons you have."
The people in the audience immediately agreed.
"Don't be so proud of your cultivation. There are many powerful Yuanying masters among Lord Demon's vassals!"
"You can't refuse to see the Demon Lord for any reason!"
"Go ahead and argue. We'll listen to you!"
They were astonished at Sang Ling's accomplishments, but their anger at her refusal to meet the Demon Lord remained undiminished.
No one present was willing to listen to the reason, and they just didn't dare to act rashly.
Sang Ling saw it clearly and of course knew what they were thinking.
She didn't care at all. She straightened her messy dress, stood still, her lips bright red and then slightly opened.
"Don't you know that your Lord Demon is my fanboy?"
She smiled brightly, as if she remembered something: "Ah, you probably don't know what a powder head is.
"Let me put it this way, those who like me are my fans, and your Lord Demon likes me even more, so he is the fan leader."
The audience fell truly silent, in silent shock.
Sang Ling frowned, as if she didn't see the shock of the audience, and continued in great distress: "Master Demon is so fond of me, how dare I see him again and disturb him? As an idol, I belong to all the fans, how can I belong to him alone?"
Although they did not know what fans and idols were, the monks were smarter than ordinary people and could guess the meaning immediately.
They understood the fan leader's meaning even more.
They understood it, but the feeling of disbelief still made them feel like they were in a dream.
"How...how is this possible!"
There was a monk in the audience who was so confused that he stammered, but before his doubts could resonate with all the monks, he was interrupted by a voice.
"How can it be possible! This must be the case!"
The one who spoke was the cultivator who had just been rescued by Sang Ling and brought to the stage.
Her face was flushed with excitement, and she was not afraid of the thousands of monks in the audience. She stood in front of Sang Ling and shouted loudly:
"Sang belongs to all of our fans. How can it belong to the Demon Lord alone?"
Her cry immediately resonated with the fans in the audience, and they spoke up immediately.
"What Sang said really makes sense!"
"That must be the case. For us fans, Sang must be very sad to face all these doubts alone."
"Brothers, we must protect Sang, our idol!"
For a time, those monks who had raised doubts were drowned by the wave of fans.
At this moment, a window of the nest building opened, and a burly monk from the demon world holding a huge axe stepped out of the air and asked in a rough voice:
"Who do you think you are? How could the Demon Lord be pleased with you?"
There was an immediate exclamation from the audience.
"It's the Mad Dragon Master from Zhan Sheng City!"
"It is said that Venerable Mad Dragon had challenged Lord Demon earlier, and he only had nine of his ten lives left. The last one was saved only by the Lord of Zhansheng City. Since then, he has become a fanatical vassal of Lord Demon."
"It is normal for the demon world to respect the strong, but this man named Sang will definitely be skinned alive if he encounters the Mad Dragon Venerable."
"Who can be blamed? This little girl is talking nonsense. Who doesn't know that the Demon Lord is heartless and loveless, and he likes her?"
Sang Ling raised her eyes calmly and looked at the Mad Dragon Master who was standing in the air and looking down at her. She tiptoed and rose to the same height as the Mad Dragon Master.
"Why, the Demon Lord can't please me?"
She curled her lips slightly, looked away coldly, and stood in the air with her skirt flying to the side. Today she was wearing a red dress with intricate and gorgeous gold patterns. She stood there casually, like a stunning figure, perfect in a painting.
Because a strong man came forward, the monks below the stage calmed down. They had been looking up and waiting to see how the Mad Dragon Venerable would ravage Sang Ling, but when they saw it clearly, they were speechless again.
They opened their mouths to cheer for Reverend Mad Dragon, but as they opened and closed them, what they said was...
"The Demon Lord is fond of her, there must be a reason for that."
Reverend Mad Dragon shook his head, pulling himself out of his dizziness. He took a step forward and shouted:
"The Lord Demon will never be pleased with you!"
"How is that impossible!" It was not Sang Ling who answered him, but a young man's voice full of energy. Very powerful.
Reverend Mad Dragon looked in the direction of the voice, his brows furrowed, and when he saw the person coming, he was full of doubts.
"The Crown Prince of Jie City?"
The person who came was none other than the Prince of Jiecheng. He had no idea which corner of the nest building he came out from, and he hadn't noticed anything before.
The Prince of Jiecheng only appeared for a second, but he had already glanced at Sang Ling several times.
Gou Qiu immediately stood in front of Sang Ling. At the last Jiaotai Banquet, it seemed that someone among the guests was inciting emotions. If it weren't for Sang Ling's efforts to turn the tide, the end would have been terrible. After that, they found out that it was this prince who robbed the city who was the one doing the bad.
He holds a grudge against what happened before and has a lot of bad intentions. What does he want to do now?
Moreover, like the Mad Dragon Lord, he is a fanatically loyal vassal of the Demon Lord.
Previously, Venerable Mad Dragon had thought that it was some powerful person who was protecting Sang Ling, and he had even made preparations for a battle. But now that he saw that it was the Prince of Jiecheng, he was indeed relieved.
"You've come just in time."
Like Gou Qiu, when they saw that the person coming was the Prince of Jiecheng, they completely forgot the Prince of Jiecheng's answer.
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