Zu An's heart stirred. Having spent so much time together these past few days, he knew that the eighteen Great Demon Generals were eighteen famous and powerful figures from the demon world.
In addition to their own strength, they each controlled a powerful force and territory.
To some extent, whoever gains the support of these eighteen bigwigs is the true king of the demon world.
The Demon Lord now has as many as ten by his side, while the Slaughter Lord only has the Twisted Demon by his side. The contrast is truly too stark.
With the death of loyal followers like the King of Incest, whose fate is unknown, the situation for the Lord of Slaughter is far from optimistic.
Not only him, but even the other demon leaders nearby looked rather grim. They had all been full of confidence before, but after just one encounter, they lost ninety percent of their confidence.
Speaking of the powerful figures brought by the Demon Lord, I have fought against almost all of them. However, at that time, their strength was mostly limited by the world barrier. Now they are at their peak.
I was even thinking that if the Demon Lord was ambushed and fell into a disadvantageous situation, I should help him deal with the Slaughter Lord.
Well, judging from the current situation, I'm afraid I'll have to start thinking about how to save my life later.
At this moment, the Demon Lord's lips curled up, and his peculiarly feminine voice rang out: "My lord is joking. They have come to me naturally in order to better serve my lord."
A surge of anger welled up in the Lord of Slaughter's heart. This guy is still putting on an act even at this point!
In the past, he used to find the other party's flattery very comforting, otherwise they wouldn't have trusted him so much. Even when many of his old subordinates, such as Moghad, reminded him, he didn't take it seriously. As a result, after only a few years, the other party has indeed become too powerful to control.
He suppressed his anger and his expression became kind: "You've come at the right time. I recently figured out the secret of the demon royal tomb and I was short of manpower. With all of you brothers here, we're not afraid of anything, even if the Heavenly Court is a den of dragons and tigers."
The Demon Lord remained respectful: "Where is the Heavenly Court that Your Majesty speaks of?"
“These secrets concern the greatest secret of our demon world and cannot be made public.” The Lord of Slaughter thought for a moment, then beckoned to him, “Come here, let’s go into the secret room to talk in detail.”
The Demon Lord looked somewhat tempted; clearly, the secrets of the Heavenly Court held great appeal for him.
However, reason prevailed in the end, and he remained rooted to the spot: "Why would my lord deceive me? You have already set up a trap in this imperial mausoleum. If I go there, I will surely die."
The Lord of Slaughter's face darkened: "Brother, what do you mean by this?"
The Demon Lord scoffed, "My lord, this is all stuff I've already done before. Don't you find it a bit ridiculous to try it again now?"
The Lord of Slaughter's face twitched. He was always arrogant, and this time, due to the unfavorable situation, he had condescended to try and outsmart the other party. Little did he know that the other party would expose him so openly. At this moment, his face couldn't help but feel a little hot.
A burst of laughter rang out: "Not bad, when it comes to scheming and trickery, I am indeed no match for you, but do you really think you've already won? In this world, in the end, only the strongest can sit in that position!"
His laughter echoed throughout the entire hall, truly never ceasing. Those with lower cultivation levels couldn't help but clutch their hearts, while those with higher cultivation levels also felt their blood churning.
Zuan sighed inwardly, realizing that the Lord of Slaughter's strength was indeed terrifying, but he was now somewhat short of breath.
Clearly, the Lord of Slaughter understood that the situation was on the verge of erupting and that once a fight broke out, there would be no turning back. Therefore, he held back his laughter, unlike his previous decisive action in eliminating traitors, which directly turned a third of the commanders into a bloody mist.
As expected, feeling the terrifying pressure in his laughter, many powerful figures on the Demon Lord's side changed their expressions slightly.
The Demon Lord let out a soft snort, the feminine tone of which diluted the murderous aura in the other's laughter, and everyone's blood and qi gradually calmed down.
"My lord, times have changed. Personal bravery is no longer the decisive factor. Now, most of the army in the entire demon world is under my control. Your personal guards have all been wiped out, leaving you all alone. Look at the many talented people around me. Don't you understand where you went wrong?" The Demon Lord sighed. "In this new world, I have learned a saying for you: 'He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world!'"
"Bah!" The Lord of Slaughter roared in fury. "You're nothing but a dog I kept. I gave you the opportunity to deceive the emperor and the people while I was engrossed in researching secrets in the imperial tomb all these years."
He then looked at the group of powerful figures beside the Demon Lord: "Gentlemen, I have never wronged you over the years. If you are willing to continue your rebellion, I guarantee that I will forgive and forget your past transgressions. Moreover, I will share the Demon Lord's territory and wealth with you, as well as the secrets of the Heavenly Court. You should all be aware of how important the relationship is between the Heavenly Court and our Demon World."
Upon hearing his words, many powerful figures present were slightly moved. Could it be that he had truly comprehended the secrets of the Heavenly Court?
You should know that there is a legend circulating in the demon world that their origin is related to the Heavenly Court, and their ancestor was the Lord of the Heavenly Court.
Various rumors proclaim how powerful the Heavenly Court was in ancient times. If they could find the lost Heavenly Court, they could fully unleash the power in their bloodline and become many times stronger than they are now.
Seemingly sensing the intentions of his companions, the Demon Lord spoke up at the opportune moment: "Why must you joke, my lord? If you really knew about the Heavenly Court, you would have gone there long ago to activate the power of your ancestral bloodline. All of us combined would not be a match for you, so why would you be here confronting us?"
Upon hearing this, the many powerful demons suddenly realized what was going on; they had almost been fooled by this old fellow.
The Plague Lord chuckled sinisterly, "Others might dare to surrender to you, but I just poisoned your personal guards outside. I dare not surrender, and I wouldn't believe any promises you make."
The Lord of Slaughter's face twisted in pain: "So it really was you who did it!"
If his personal guards hadn't been poisoned by him, his current situation wouldn't be so perilous.
The war priest stepped forward and stood in front of the Plague Lord, saying, "Plague Lord, rest assured, we will stand together. Everyone knows that the old man is stubborn and short-tempered. Serving under him means you don't even know when you'll die."
Many powerful figures who had been wavering in their resolve nodded secretly upon hearing this. Indeed, given the Lord of Slaughter's tyrannical nature, even if they submitted to him, what good would come of it?
Seeing his plan to sow discord fail, the Lord of Slaughter was both shocked and furious: "You bastard, I'll kill you!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than he appeared in front of the war priest, his four fingers like hooks reaching for the priest's head. The speed was so fast that the other powerful figures around him had no time to react.
He planned to kill the war priest first, to gain the upper hand!
The war priest was prepared; a dark, black banner instantly appeared in his hand, and thick black energy surged towards the opponent.
However, the black aura that countless people avoided did not hinder the opponent in the slightest, and the iron claws, like the scythe of death, gripped his face.
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