"Please, God of War, provide the appearance of that demon."
Emperor Xiu touched his brow, and an image appeared before the Immortal Clan and the Demon Clan. Yao Yue did not disappoint Emperor Xiu and exclaimed, "A Qiu!"
This cry, so tender and poignant, so full of deep emotion and sorrow, drew the attention of all the immortals and demons.
The elders were shocked and turned pale. One of the female elders in purple suddenly made a move. Wuji took the initiative to protect his master, and the sword spirit appeared and captured him in a few moves.
"You know who he is?" Wuji pressed.
Di Xiu looked at Yao Yue: "Yao Yue, do you know him?"
Yao Yue nodded, tears streaming down her face as she looked at the image: "Brother Xiu, this is A Qiu. A Qiu, Yue'er misses you so much. It's all Yue'er's fault for letting you be killed by the demon dragon, sob sob sob..."
Upon hearing the words "Demon Dragon," the elders were all as if they had lost their parents.
Di Xiu frowned, his gaze sharp as lightning, and stared intently at the elders, demanding, "What is the relationship between Ming Wuqiu and this A Qiu?"
The elders were filled with anguish and despair; this was worse than an assassin.
The captured purple-robed elder struggled incessantly, glaring angrily at Emperor Xiu: "You bastard, give back our Venerable's life!"
On the surface, Ming Wuqiu never steps out of the Demon Realm. Even when the Demon Realm and the Immortal Realm are engaged in minor skirmishes, he is nowhere to be seen. Normally, the people of the Immortal Realm would only know what the Demon Lord looks like when he and Yaoyue become husband and wife in the secret realm.
The emperor pretended not to know him, yet acted with complete confidence.
Cheng Yuan was struck as if by a heavy blow. He looked at Yao Yue, who was still embracing the phantom in her grief, in disbelief, and suddenly raised his hand to slap her face: "Yao Yue, look carefully, he is the Demon Lord Ming Wuqiu."
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