Royal Capital of the Monster Race, Suppressed with One Hand

"A Qing, are you saying we're going to the Monster Race's territory?" Xiao Li's eyes lit up.

"Exactly." Lu Qing nodded slightly.

He was not so magnanimous as to take a beating without striking back.

Since the Monster Race had come to surround and kill him, they should have been prepared to be killed by him in return.

Bringing out the Void Flying Boat, Lu Qing took Xiao Li aboard.

The next moment, a Space Vortex appeared. The Void Flying Boat plunged headfirst into it and vanished.

Monster Realm, Royal Capital, within a vast and imposing palace.

This palace was called the Monster King Hall. It was a sacred land revered and yearned for by countless monsters throughout the Monster Realm, and also where the Monster Kings normally gathered to deliberate.

Yet at this moment, the palace was steeped in a heavy atmosphere.

More than ten figures sat silently upon their thrones.

Many more thrones stood empty.

After a long while, a powerful figure seated at the very top finally spoke.

"So, you went to the Human Race's Holy Alliance, intending to join forces with them and slay that Evil Demon Nascent Soul from back then, only to be killed by him instead? He wiped every one of you out?"

The speaker was a middle-aged man nearly indistinguishable from a human.

Only his pair of golden vertical pupils revealed that he was not human.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, yes."

A lion-headed figure answered with shame on his face.

Had Lu Qing been present, he would have recognized this lion-headed man as the Golden Lion Clan Demon Emperor whom he had slain at Heavenly Saint Peak.

However, his aura was now far weaker than before, barely reaching the level of someone who had just entered the Nascent Soul Realm.

"A cultivator