"Demon Lord Nine Phoenix?!"
Within the grand hall of the water palace, the demon kings all followed Seven Absolutes Empress's gaze toward the hall entrance.
There stood a richly dressed young master leaning casually against the doorway, smiling as he gazed at the demon kings within.
He wore a golden phoenix crown adorned with nine birds, a brocade robe embroidered with soaring luan birds, and a mist-jade belt threaded with gold around his waist. A pair of white jade tablets hung at his side. With sword-like brows, starry eyes, and a face like one descended from heaven, he was strikingly handsome.
Yet beneath that fine appearance lurked an air of feminine wickedness and eerie malice.
Demon Lord Nine Phoenix.
Among the Void Refinement Demon Race of Vermilion Province, none called themselves Demon Lords. They generally styled themselves some manner of Great King. The title of Demon Lord belonged to those beyond Vermilion Province.
More precisely, only those who could freely leave their own worlds and roam the chaotic heavens among the myriad worlds would call themselves Demon Lords.
Dragon King of Ten Thousand Waves glanced at Seven Absolutes Empress, then at Demon Lord Nine Phoenix, who leaned against the doorway as though watching a pack of prey. How could Dragon King of Ten Thousand Waves fail to realize that something was wrong?
Yet, remembering that every plan had been arranged by Demon Lord Nine Phoenix himself, and that even this banquet had been prepared by him, Dragon King of Ten Thousand Waves still clung to a faint hope. "Seventh Brother, what does Madam mean by that?"
The corners of Demon Lord Nine Phoenix's lips curled upward slightly, his eyes brimming with undisguised malice and savagery. "What, Eldest Brother? You didn't understand?"
"Seven Absolutes Empress meant that all of you are