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870: Chapter 487: Fair Demon Emperor, Holy Venerable Furiously Gives a Hundred Lashes, New Era of the Demon Realm, The Approaching Asna.

870: Chapter 487: Fair Demon Emperor, Holy Venerable Furiously Gives a Hundred Lashes, New Era of the Demon Realm, The Approaching Asna.

Humans clamored and beasts roared, chaos reigning in hearts and minds.

Under the instruction of the Old Demon Dragon, aside from the necessary guards, the Dragon Wolf Valley could be said to have gathered seven tenths of the Demon Nation’s essence to witness the first battle of the Eastern Pole Demon Emperor.

Even the three historians within the Eastern Demon Kingdom had readied their stances, preparing to chronicle this event, destined to be emblazoned in the annals of Demon Realm history.

Who could have anticipated such an upheaval, the great Eastern Pole Demon Emperor meeting his end in his first battle?

To hell with writing, the three historians immediately began packing up their belongings.

They were seasoned historians within the Eastern Demon Kingdom, sure of one thing: this was crap, and a waste of the drafts they had so meticulously prepared.

“Great Holy….”

Can’t hear, can’t hear if Holy Venerable says can’t hear~

Yi Chen, disregarding the old Turtle Demon who still sought to flatter and explain, dominated with his gaze, his Fist Intent overwhelming the heavens. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Under the constraint of his My Way Domain, he directly slaughtered all four of the Breakthrough Limit Third Layer powerhouses within the Eastern Demon Nation, including the Turtle Demon, inadvertently killing countless other top demonkin officials as collateral damage.

What Yi Chen didn’t know was that one of the unfortunate souls was the direct superior of the Catfish Demon.

Shades of light and dark green, blue, and purple sketched a bloody tableau upon the earth.

The true fisher of fate needs no bait; the fish gather all on their own.

Feeling the torrent of information flashing across her eyes, Saint Jia Loulan, now a widow in essence—devoid of Li Zhi (‘reason’)—narrowed her eyes and glared once again at the slightly bigger ‘fish’ among the other ‘group of fish.’

A single gah is a gah, a group of gahs is still gah; having chosen indulgence, one must naturally see it through to the end.

Dry, not just dry, but thoroughly parched.

My name is Jia Loulan, formerly known as Yi Chengzi, an accomplished connoisseur of beauties, a hands-on doer, a harvester and recycler of chives, with a passion for soaking my feet, leveling up, cutting down foes, and grinding for power.

Today, I, Jia Loulan, have triumphed over a formidable enemy and am about to ascend to the throne as the Fair Demon Emperor, a bonus of one hundred draws is deserved—

Damn it, these traitorous bastards, drenched in the blood of countless ordinary demonkin, still aspire to form battle arrays to my disadvantage.

Add another hundred!

Might makes right, Yi Chen’s bloody massacre took everyone by surprise; within moments, not only the Eastern Demon Kingdom but also the other demonkin experts who had been watching from afar scattered like birds and beasts.

They all feared being the next victims of the ‘red-eyed’ Holy Venerable.

At this moment, outside of the now Great Canyon of the former Dragon Wolf Valley, an aged horse-headed demonkin of the Demon Righteous Religion Country turned his eyes, suddenly knelt with old tears streaming down his face, choking up.

“Ma Zouri, what…

what has happened to you?”

For a time, the gazes of the high-level members of the Demon Righteous Church converged on the face of the influential, old noble leader; even Selena looked over in confusion.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we will never be able to repay the Holy Venerable’s kindness in this lifetime~”

Ma Zouri wiped away his tears with his withered old hands, then slowly stood up and continued,

“I know that you too have relatives and old friends within the Eastern Demon Kingdom, and may even be puzzled by the Holy Venerable’s actions today, but you all don’t understand the Holy Venerable’s painstaking efforts~”

“After this battle, not only the Eastern Demon Kingdom but the entire Demon Realm will surely crumble at the mere sight of us.

Think about it, are we stronger in cultivation or more cunning than the old nobility within the Three Great Demon Kingdoms?”

“The Holy Venerable feigned anger, in truth, he was protecting us old servants.”

“Otherwise, where would our place be in the vast Demon Righteous Religion Country?

The Holy Venerable sacrificed his own reputation for us… can we ever repay such a debt?” Ma Zouri’s dim eyes shone with a glint of wisdom as he kowtowed again in the direction of Yi Chen.

At this moment, he resembled the Great Confucian of the Demon Realm.

Yi Chen, while busy harvesting chives, had the spare capacity to catch Ma Zouri’s flattering address amidst the chaotic information flow, inwardly nodding in approval.

Being able to amplify a trifle into something significant; such a comrade is trustworthy.

“Old Ma, how capable you are!”

“Such a demonkin, my Saint Jia Loulan, must be put to good use!”

Standing loftily in the high sky, after dispatching all the slightly bigger fish, Yi Chen lost interest in the small shrimps scattering in flight.

The first reason he stopped was his goodness.

As for the second reason, who would cast a grim net in their own pond, or who would recklessly drive their own carriage?

Stand up and pedal away?

Only public possessions aren’t treasured and used with care.

Yi Chen waved his hands toward his subordinates, but his eyes were trained on Ma Zouri.

A wave from the Holy Venerable wasn’t rejection, it was that there was no need for further words.

Together with the Old Demon Dragon’s account, he had earned a total of 450 million Deep Red Points.

Yi Chen stood with hands clasped behind his back, rushing straight for the white tower of the Old Demon Dragon.

That was the heart of the Eastern Demon Kingdom, with surely some Old Deng guarding the core positions.

He could probably fish for a bit more.

Deep Red Points are like cleavage; there’s always a bit more if you squeeze.

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Two days later, atop the white tower.

The high-level members of the Demon Righteous Church were all present today, convening a meeting.

The grand building, which only yesterday was the highest hall of the Eastern Demon Kingdom, had already fallen into Yi Chen’s control.

The Eastern Demon Kingdom had supported countless scholars over the years and naturally, they weren’t all spineless demonkin bowing at the first sign of fear, but those who stood up to oppose him were clearly not as hard as Yi Chen’s fists.

Each one of the obstinate fools was enlightened by Yi Chen, not a single peep, especially effective, without a single bad review.