Having sacrificed so much of his cultivation to finally nurture a little puppet, Xiao Wangyan wouldn't easily bear to break his toy unless he truly violated some heavenly law.
Although Ji Mofan lowered his voice when he spoke, the noise from the warning artifacts still echoed throughout the venue, so the cultivators in the distance couldn't hear a thing.
But the Chaoming Palace disciple who was closest to him heard everything clearly.
However, despite hearing it, no one uttered a single word about Ji Mofan at that moment.
Throughout history, the Chaoming Palace has committed countless heretical acts. Not to mention the distant past, they even protected Sheng Xi, a fallen demon, not long ago.
Besides, it's just calling someone "master." They haven't committed any serious crimes like murder or arson. Maybe it's just a romantic gesture between young lovers.
Didn't you see how completely bewitched the Demon Lord was? He stood there for ages, not even snapping out of his daze.
Judging from this situation, it's not certain who will be whose master.
The disciples of the Xiaoling Sect, who were in charge of maintaining order at the scene, ran around for a long time before finally turning off the warning device that was making a constant noise.
The tension that had gripped the venue earlier due to the Demon Lord's appearance gradually faded as he calmed down, and the disciples gathered in twos and threes, whispering among themselves.
Some, fearing death, left early, while others, out of curiosity, moved closer.
After all, he was the Demon Lord, and a Demon Lord who sat peacefully in the contestants' seats watching the young cultivators fight in the arena.
Even if we take a step back, there's a Supreme Venerable One and so many sect elders present. Even if something really goes wrong, we can't let these useless idiots take the fall.
Such a lively event is a once-in-a-millennium occurrence; wouldn't it be a waste of life not to join in?
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