Chapter 191 Chapter 191 "There will no longer be any distinction between immortals and demons in this world...
Inside the prison constructed by karmic fire, everything was silent.
Only the cold tongues of fire, when "accidentally" licking the protective magic light of some unlucky person, would make a sizzling sound of corruption and erosion.
Just as fear shackled the feet of those who tried to escape, the pride of claiming to be noble and superior to the common people also strangled the voices of the ministers.
surrender?
Surrender?
beg for mercy?
Looking at the slowly shrinking circle of fire, everyone was gnashing their teeth, but no one wanted to be the first coward to bow down.
Just as Jiu Zhao was wondering whether he should pick out a few more people to make an example of, a tall figure walked out of the Zhanying Palace.
He passed through the only gap under Jiu Zhao's feet, walked quickly to the front of the queue belonging to the Nine-tailed Fox Clan, and then stood still.
——It was Zhu Yan.
Since Jiu Zhao had won, the evil ministers had made plans to have the two ceremonial officials die along with Lan Qi.
Suddenly, they saw the young man standing in front of them unharmed, and the eyes around them changed several times.
He turned around as if nothing had happened, took two steps forward, and suddenly did something that shocked countless people:
"Your Highness, Zhu Yan, leader of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan and third city lord of the Burning Sea, respectfully welcomes the new king.
"Under Your Majesty's majesty, the mountains and rivers fall down, and the sun and moon shine together!"
The complicated ceremonial robe was lifted up, and he slowly knelt on his knees with an extremely solemn expression.
Next, the arms are folded in front of the chest.
Finally, the forehead slammed heavily against the cold brick surface—
The prostrating posture symbolizes the highest etiquette of the demons when paying homage to their master.
Zhu Yan's kneeling was like a huge rock thrown into a deep pool, instantly stirring up huge waves.
The city lords and nobles, who had originally had solemn expressions, suddenly showed a hint of hesitation on their faces.
As for the Nine-tailed Fox Clan, the changes are more obvious.
The leader is like this, why should they insist on doing so?
Over the past ten thousand years, the frequent defections between the immortals and the demons have caused the bottom line of the Nine-tailed Fox Clan to be lowered again and again.
At first, it was a few close confidants of Zhu Yan.
Soon, most of the foxes knelt down and bowed in the direction of Jiu Zhao.
Among the crawling foxes, only Chongli, who had stepped down as the clan leader but still held a high status, and two other elders were left.
Chong Li widened his eyes in disbelief and shouted, "Ayan, you!
"Have you forgotten the vengeance of your mother's early death at the hands of Sichen? How can you bow down to his daughter?!"
Hearing this, Jiu Zhao sneered, "Why, do you think Zhu Yan betrayed his parents by switching sides with me?"
She paused, her gaze sweeping down at Chong Li's face, which was furious at being deceived, and a hint of amusement in her tone, "Don't forget, if you had remained loyal and hadn't followed Wu Shao into the underworld, Zhu Yan wouldn't have been affected by the defect of being half-immortal, half-demon, and wouldn't have been born with a weakness—"
"You have failed my Father God first, and you have failed Princess Lie Qing second.
“For so many years, he had to inflict his hatred on Zhu Yan, forcing him to endure for thousands of years and suffer deep persecution from Meng Chu.
"Every day is like hell, filled with tears and blood, and trembling with fear—
"It's said that 'a father is kind and a son is filial'. If the father is not kind, why should the son be filial?"
Jiu Zhao's question was like a sharp dagger, piercing the weakest part of Chongli's heart. The issue that the father and son had been deliberately avoiding was ruthlessly revealed by an outsider. He shook his body and tried his best to maintain his dignity, but he couldn't refute a word.
Jiu Zhao was too lazy to talk nonsense with him anymore.
With two fingers half-raised, the demonic energy transformed into a light rope, which tightly bound the hands and feet of the three people who were resisting stubbornly.
With a thud, the important ministers and nobles who were well-dressed a few moments ago fell down in a mess, struggling and squirming on the ground like a flesh worm.
…
The gloomy flames made half of the clouds look slightly blue.
It’s hard to tell how much time has passed.
It seems like a moment, but also like ten thousand years.
Jiu Zhao maintained a calm and composed demeanor. After burning yet another demon whose psychological defenses had collapsed and who was attempting to escape through the breach, he turned to Wu Jiu, who had been silent for a few moments, and asked with a smile, "So, what about the Phoenix Clan? Will they submit to me?"
Facing that face that was still bright and shining under the gloomy sky.
Wujiu discovered that the feelings of annoyance and hatred in his heart had undergone a subtle change since he didn't know when.
The banquet was overturned, and the pride of being the leader of the Phoenix clan was crushed.
When the shoes embellished with pearls stepped on his sleeves and crushed him back and forth, Jiu Zhao became a nightmare that appeared every night thereafter.
And later on.
The high-spirited goddess is no longer.
The person who had just been freed from prison, with long and disheveled hair, undressed in front of him without a care.
The graceful curves outlined under the thin clothes, and the pair of red and white eyes looking at her when she lifted her long hair.
When extreme beauty is mixed with desolation, desolation and fragility, the terrifying nightmare becomes inexplicably more gorgeous and erotic.
As if by magic, he stopped admonishing that those who are not of my race must have different hearts.
He accepted Lan Qi's order to become her bodyguard and accompany her on the trip.
Later, the position of Phoenix Queen was returned to her.
Today, Lan Qi is dead and his hope of revenge is shattered. Should he blame others?
If I have to blame someone, who should I blame?
No one can give a clear answer.
After a long silence, he gritted his teeth and said, "Behind me are all your people. How dare you—"
Jiu Zhao didn't allow him to finish his words.
The flaming blade flashed by, and the young man's right arm, broken at the elbow, and severe pain flooded into his eyes and will respectively.
“!!”
Wujiu covered his wound and staggered back a few steps, enduring the throbbing veins on his forehead and not crying out in pain.
Both immortals and demons have the ability to regenerate severed limbs.
But the broken part burned by the karmic fire was pitch black, telling him that he would be disabled for life.
His eyes went dark, and all kinds of feelings brewing from the pain lingered in his heart.
However, before he could react, the karmic fire came again like a poisonous snake, instantly devouring the elders on his left and right.
The screams of nobles before death are no different from those of commoners.
The same fear, despair, and sharpness.
In the square shrouded in death, no one could count how many lives Jiu Zhao had taken.
Wu Jiu thought with cold sweat:
Those two elders, together with Yu Ling and Zhao Yu, had attacked Jiu Zhao in front of the Holy Fire Altar.
So many years have passed.
Her identity has changed.
The appearance has changed.
Even the race has changed.
The only thing that remains unchanged is his vengeful personality.
"Although my patience is good, it has its limits."
Jiu Zhao raised his fingertips and gently blew away the ashes of his body and soul that were blown onto his skin by the wind.
She readily referred to herself as "Gu" in a gentle and tactful manner, but her attitude was as cold as a tyrant:
"I'll ask you again—Phoenix Clan, surrender, or die?"
…
Jiu Zhao's ruthless treatment of his own people became the last straw that broke the camel's back for the ministers.
The demons are ingrained with awe and submission to absolute power.
Dignity, honor and disgrace are not worth mentioning in the face of the instinct of survival.
One after another, the demons knelt down.
From slow to fast, from fast to urgent.
Near the end, several people who hesitated were burned to death by the karmic fire that came immediately.
In the square, apart from Jiu Zhao, no one else was standing.
Her gaze shifted away from the pale-faced Wujiu and slowly scanned each of the ministers who had surrendered.
The towering walls of fire on all sides gradually shrank as she looked around, transforming into swaying black-blue lotus flowers.
The wind whistled through the open space, and the music praying for love between husband and wife had been replaced by hymns congratulating the new king on his accession to the throne.
Jiu Zhao suddenly stopped looking at anyone.
Her gaze penetrated the dark spire of the Jiwu Palace that soared into the clouds, and went straight to the ethereal and invisible fairy palace above the nine heavens.
The voice was resolute, resounding through heaven and earth:
"From today on, I will inherit Lan Qi's ambition—
"There will no longer be any distinction between immortals and demons in this world!"
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