Inside the Demon Saint Hall of the Demon Court, Demon Saint Ji Meng rubbed his temples.
"Ugh... My head hurts. The Dragon Race surrounded the Phoenix Race, then retreated without fighting. His Majesty is holding me accountable."
"I still have to go cause trouble for the Dragon Race, but the Dragon Race is now under Yellow Dragon's control."
"And he's another saint's personal disciple. It seems several saint's personal disciples have gone to the Dragon Race."
"This is difficult. If I don't trouble them, His Majesty will trouble me. Should I just swallow my pride?"
Earlier, the Dragon Race had clearly surrounded the Phoenix Race and were about to annex them.
They had even been throwing around all kinds of divine abilities and techniques with great enthusiasm.
Who would have thought that at the critical moment, the Dragon Race would turn around and leave, as though they had made some sort of decision.
At the same time, a jade slip arrived: Yuanfeng's son, Kong Xuan, had been accepted by Yuanshi Saint as a personal disciple. They could not be provoked. Retreat while the wind was tight.
Then Yellow Dragon took over the Dragon Race as acting clan leader.
At this moment, Demon Saint Ji Meng felt immense pressure.
Among the many Demon Kings, a figure suddenly stepped forward.
His footsteps were heavy, and dragon bloodline aura radiated from him. He stood eight chi tall, with imposing features and a somewhat transcendent air.
Ji Meng raised his head, glanced at the man, and asked with a frown.
"Grandson, do you have some good plan?"
The Demon King who had stepped forward was Ao Moang, the direct son of the West Sea Dragon King.
After the Dragon Race joined the Demon Court, Ji Meng had noticed that he had some talent and kept him by his side to nurture him.
Ji Meng was an existence from the same era as the First Dragon.
The Dragon Kings of the Four Seas were considered his nephews, so calling Ao Moang his grandson was perfectly natural.
Ao Moang radiated the aura of a Mystic Immortal and cupped his hands.
"Reporting to Lord Demon Saint, when handling affairs in the Demon Court, one should address others by their official title."
Ji Meng instantly appeared before Ao Moang and slapped the back of his head.
He shouted in exasperation.
"You plant, you look like a cactus to me. Say what you need to say and fart if you need to fart."
"Can't you see your grandpa is about to be held accountable by His Majesty? And you're still here talking nonsense. You really are a grandson."
Ao Moang stopped putting on airs and hurriedly said,
"Grandpa, you can send your grandson to the Dragon Race. With this blood relation between us, they'll have to show me some respect."
Ji Meng frowned and pondered for a moment. It seemed like a workable plan.
When the time came, he could simply have Ao Moang make an appearance at the Dragon Race.
First, he needed to deal with His Majesty's accusations.
Only a fool would do something as brainless as attacking saint's personal disciples.
It had not been easy to cultivate for so many years and reach the Quasi-Sage realm. He could not lose his head in a moment of recklessness.
"Good, good, good. Your plan is not bad. Go on, then. I'll await your good news. Remember, do not disgrace the majesty of our Demon Court."
This warning was also meant to let Ao Moang know that he should still put on a show before the Dragon Race.
The main thing was to let Dijun see that they had not been slacking off and truly could not get the job done.
Ao Moang's eyes gleamed as he replied confidently.
"Rest assured, Grandpa. Your grandson will certainly display the majesty of our Demon Court!"
With that, he turned and left, leaving Ji Meng with tightly furrowed brows as he secretly thought,
I have a bad feeling about this. It feels like this grandson didn't understand what I meant.
Ao Moang traveled all the way to the Dragon Palace, and naturally, none of the aquatic clans along the way dared provoke him.
They all recognized the Crown Prince of the West Sea Dragon King.
He was the most talented member of the Dragon Race's third generation.
The moment Ao Moang stepped into the Dragon Palace, he happened to see Xuandu, Guangchengzi, Duobao, Kong Xuan, and Ao Guang, who had just emerged from seclusion, chatting merrily.
When Ao Guang turned and saw Moang returning, he smiled without pause.
"So it's my nephew returning. Come, take a seat. Your uncle will introduce these saint's outstanding disciples to you."
Unexpectedly, Ao Moang gave a cold snort, and demonic aura erupted from his body.
"East Sea Dragon King, please address me as Demon King Moang!"
In an instant, the atmosphere inside the Dragon Palace froze.
Ao Guang sucked in a cold breath and looked Ao Moang up and down.
"You brat... are you asking for a beating?"
Ao Moang remained cold-faced, his gaze falling upon Xuandu and the others.
"Your actions have disrupted our Demon Court's plans, prevented us from subduing the Phoenix Race, and even sheltered Kong Xuan of the Phoenix Race. What crime should you be charged with?!"
Xuandu still wore a smile as he glanced at Ao Guang and asked,
"Could this be Fellow Daoist Ao Guang's intention?"
Guangchengzi also cheerfully chimed in.
"Has he always been this brave? Does he not know our realms?"
Duobao looked coldly at Ao Moang and spoke indifferently.
"This Daoist's great sword has long been hungry and thirsty."
Kong Xuan was more direct.
"Idiot."
Several saint's personal disciples all looked toward Ao Guang.
Ao Guang merely waved a hand and replied calmly.
"Please spare my nephew's life. That way, I can explain things to his father afterward. As long as he can still breathe, that will do."
With that, he clasped his hands behind his back and refused to look at Ao Moang.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The might of four Golden Immortals surged skyward from the Dragon Palace hall.
A mountain-like pressure descended upon Ao Moang.
With a thud, he collapsed to the ground, his cheek pressed against the floor, completely unable to resist.
Ao Moang's eyes widened as he cried out.
"You can't treat me like this! I'm a Demon King of the Demon Court!"
Xuandu had also learned Li Yuan's style and softly said,
"Sorry, but we are all saint's personal disciples. Let the Demon Court take it up with the saints."
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The four of them immediately began stomping and kicking Ao Moang.
His miserable screams echoed through the Dragon Palace, yet not a single person stepped forward to help.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Just then, Li Yuan emerged from seclusion. Seeing the scene before him, he was utterly dumbfounded.
"I just walked in and saw Chang Wei beating Laifu."
"You brothers have all been busy, huh?"
No matter how he looked at it, this scene was strange.
The Three Teachings disciples who had made it big.
Duobao hurriedly explained.
"This brat is called Ao Moang, the West Sea Dragon King's son. He's incredibly arrogant. Just because he's a Demon King, he refuses to recognize even his own uncle."
"He even wanted to attack us. A mere Mystic Immortal—who gave you the courage?"
As he spoke, he kicked him again.
Li Yuan stared at the continuously screaming Ao Moang and suddenly found the situation familiar.
Sure enough, every pillar of greatness needed plenty of tempering on the road to growth—or perhaps a savage beating.
He stepped forward, patted Ao Moang's swollen cheek, and smiled.
"Oi, do you know who we are? You came in demanding accountability right away. Whose idea was this?"
Ao Moang had already been beaten beyond endurance and hurriedly said,
"It was Grandpa Ji Meng. He said I had to display the Demon Court's majesty."
Li Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and said softly,
"Looks like the Demon Court hasn't been taught enough of a lesson. They even dare touch saint's personal disciples."
"We don't seem to have any deep grudge with the Demon Court, do we?"
"Since they came knocking first, we have to teach them a lesson."
"Just so happens my cultivation has improved. Let me kick him a few times."
With that, his blood and qi churned, condensing the phantom of a Three-legged Golden Crow behind him.
His entire body radiated an aura belonging to Dijun.
Yet the Three-legged Golden Crow was swallowing Heavenly River Heavy Water.
Even Ao Moang, in the midst of being beaten, was momentarily stunned.
"It's over. The beating has made me stupid. A Golden Crow is swallowing heavy water—I'm hallucinating!"
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