Now it seemed that everything before had been false. Lei Jiuxiao had deliberately cast a cloud of doubt, biding his time and concealing himself as an unparalleled demon blade prowling the darkness of the Netherworld, waiting for the chance to deliver a killing blow.
After a hundred years in seclusion, Lei Jiuxiao had undoubtedly advanced further, shedding his old form and undergoing ultimate sublimation.
Because of his miserable, drifting childhood, Jin Kui had always been cautious toward demons. This time, to ensure the Blood Sacrifice proceeded without mishap and to make victory certain, he had specially invited the three Demon Emperors secretly stationed by the Fire Demon Saint Race, intending to hold Lei Jiuxiao firmly in his grasp, crush him completely, or even kill him.
Back then, Lei Jiuxiao's fame had been considerable; he could be said to have outshone all in one region.
Though there had been vague rumors over the years that he had gone astray in cultivation, Jin Kui still did not dare lower his guard in the slightest.
Demon Emperors were invincible, the Fire Clan's strongest pillars, the needles that steadied the sea.
If any one of them suffered harm, it would be a tremendous loss to the Fire Clan.
To ensure a bloodless and lossless capture, Jin Kui had exhausted every favor and offered lavish gifts before finally persuading all three Demon Emperors to act together.
Even though Jin Kui was the light of the Fire Clan and possessed limitless potential, persuading Demon Emperors to risk their lives was no easy matter.
At first, only one of the three Demon Emperors had agreed. The other two had merely watched from the sidelines.
For one thing, the matter of the Blood Sacrifice offended the harmony of Heaven. Though demons were vicious and cruel, once they cultivated