Chu Hongluan spoke in his mind's eye with a gentle and tender tone, but the force of her knife strike was absolutely ruthless.
Liu Jinghong dodged awkwardly, only to meet her cold, piercing gaze again. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether she was deliberately mocking him or if she hadn't lost her memory at all.
"Is that all you've got? How could I have ever liked a piece of trash like you! It's utterly ridiculous!"
The next moment, her anxious explanation came from her mind.
"Senior brother, don't be angry. I was just saying it to fool that damned Demon Lord. I like you the most, without a doubt."
Liu Jinghong's eyes immediately reddened.
"Where's your weapon? What? You're too scared to fight back? Coward! Wimp!"
"Hey? Don't cry! I needed to gain the Demon Lord's trust, so I had to say those harsh words. Please don't take it to heart, Senior Brother!"
Liu Jinghong pursed her thin lips, holding back the tears that were about to well up in her eyes.
He thought to himself, "He's not that petty."
He was simply... overjoyed to have found what he had lost, and wept with happiness.
"Tch, what a boring man."
"Senior brother, give me just one more day, and everything will be over. But in today's battle, you must be defeated."
"Enough. People who are too weak have no value. Die."
Before she could finish speaking, Chu Hongluan's knife had already pierced Liu Jinghong's chest.
It was only two fingers' width away from the heart.
"Senior Brother!"
Someone exclaimed in surprise.
"Pavilion Master Liu!"
Chu Hongluan met his clear eyes, her hand holding the knife trembling almost imperceptibly.
"If you trust me, then take this opportunity to withdraw your troops under the pretext of being seriously injured, preserve your strength, and fight again at noon tomorrow."
Liu Jinghong did not answer, but gave her a gentle smile, then took another step towards her knife and hugged her tightly.
Chu Hongluan closed her eyes tightly, then slapped his shoulder hard.
Liu Jinghong was sent far away.
It was swallowed up by all sorts of panicked shouts.
In their view—
Liu Jinghong was hurt by the person she loved most, and in despair, she wanted to die.
He wanted to risk his life to awaken his former lover.
It was a desperate gamble, a self-sacrifice for righteousness.
"Sect Master Liu's injuries are severe! If he doesn't receive treatment soon..."
"Retreat! Saving lives is the priority!"
"We have no choice but to retreat. If Pavilion Master Liu dies here, our chances of winning will be even slimmer!"
"Everyone! Retreat immediately!"
Thus, the righteous army, which came with great momentum, left in a sorry state.
The demons achieved a great victory in their first battle! That night, a celebratory banquet was held, with singing, drinking, and wild revelry!
"Congratulations, Your Excellency! Congratulations, Your Excellency!"
"Your Majesty is wise and mighty! At this rate, the world will belong to our Demon Clan in less than half a month!"
On the high platform, the young man sneered.
He didn't care at all about the revival of the demon race.
What he always wanted was to stand at the very top of the world.
He wants to be number one. If he can't do it through the righteous path, then he'll change his identity and his stance.
Suddenly, the young man's expression twisted, and he clutched his forehead, then abruptly bent over as if all his strength had left him, his elbow hitting the table and knocking over a wine cup.
Large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his brows were furrowed tightly, clearly showing signs of great pain, yet strange laughter could be heard escaping his throat intermittently.
"why are you laughing!"
The young man grabbed his own throat and growled.
"How can I not laugh? Your cultivation, abilities, current status, position, power, and military strength—which of these truly belongs to you? Yet you have the audacity to claim you're the number one? You're not worthy!"
The voice was much rougher and hoarser than the young man's original voice, yet it came from the same mouth, sounding like a sharp, hard object scraping against a rock, especially jarring.
"What right do you have to lecture me?! You're just a piece of trash who can't even figure out how to possess someone's body. Since you lost the game and fell into my hands, your cultivation and abilities are what I deserve."
The voice seemed to have been hit where it hurt, and suddenly became agitated: "If it weren't for Chu Hongluan and Liu Jinghong joining forces to severely injure me, leaving me so weak, do you think your little tricks could have tricked me! You're just copying others and you're still smug about it, you're really disgusting!"
"The process is not important, the result is!"
"Hahahaha, the result? You want to be number one? Hmph, you'll never be able to compare to Liu Jinghong in your entire life! The righteous path believes Liu Jinghong, not you; Chu Hongluan loves Liu Jinghong, not you; even my use of your body was just a failed attempt at possession, a second-best solution!"
"shut up!"
His loud shout shook the entire hall.
The once lively and cheerful lobby fell silent instantly.
"Your...Your Excellency?"
The young man shook his head vigorously and shouted as if to cover up his embarrassment, "Someone! Refill the wine!"
The demons all breathed a sigh of relief, assuming that the noise in the hall had prevented the maid from hearing the master's order to refill the wine immediately, which caused him to lose his temper.
A group of maids rushed up and tidied the table in front of the young man. After they served wine again, the atmosphere became lively again.
Chu Hongluan's lips curled up silently as she toyed with the glass cup in her hand. Her eyes were deep as she gazed at the ripples in the wine, lost in thought.
On the high platform, the young man poured himself a drink, muttering to himself.
"At least for now, your demon soldiers trust me, respect me, and fear me. I am the one with the cultivation of the peak of the Mahayana realm, I am the one who can stand by Chu Hongluan's side, and I am the one who will become the Demon Lord and unify the world."
Finally, he added with a chuckle, "As for Liu Jinghong, we don't even know if he's alive or dead. Being hurt by the one he loves most, he must be in so much pain he wants to die, right? Haha, hahaha..."
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