967-968: Courtesy Before Force, Facing Off Like a Game of Chess!

"Beneath Leifeng Pagoda, the love demon is suppressed; the old villagers' hatred cannot be dispelled. Human nature yearns for freedom, while Buddhist rules' tyranny is hard to escape. The spirit serpent had righteousness and left behind a fine tale, yet Monk Fahai needlessly sowed the seeds of disaster. Hehehe... laughable, laughable."

In a deserted temple in the wilderness near Leifeng Pagoda, Pang Ban stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance at the faintly visible tip of the pagoda. A low laugh came from his expressionless face.

The guards of the Demonic Palace and the others knelt across the open ground behind him.

Standing off to either side were more than a dozen people from the demonic sects, all with entirely different temperaments and demeanors.

Among them were notorious demonic titans such as Demon Marshal Zhao Deyan and Ren Tianxing, the leader of the Western demonic sect. It was truly a gathering of dancing demons.

Yet at this moment, these fiends had all assembled here, faintly forming a situation with Demon Master Pang Ban at the head.

If outsiders had witnessed this scene, they would surely have been stunned. Who could have imagined that this group of unruly fiends would willingly bow their heads to one man today?

The formation of today's situation was not only because Demon Master Pang Ban's strength was supreme among the demons. More importantly, he knew more about Leifeng Pagoda than the rest of them. Entangled by strength and interests, such an incredible flourishing of the demonic path had come about.

"Demon Master, no matter what you know about Leifeng Pagoda, Shaolin's bald donkeys still haven't reacted at all. Are we really going to wait until those bald donkeys make their move before acting? Wouldn't that be too late?"

Demon Marshal Zhao