Xiao Chen's heart sank slightly. Xiao Runhua had died miserably by his hand; though his corpse had been burned and all traces erased, everything had been wiped clean.
Yet Xiao Runhua was a Fifth Realm Demon Emperor Realm cultivator, unfathomably profound in cultivation and capable of reaching the heavens with his methods.
For all he knew, Xiao Runhua might have possessed some secret art.
One that could peer through illusion, trace cause and effect, pursue the secrets of heaven, and send him... to his grave.
Qiongqi and Hong Ye were gone. He was alone and helpless, like a willow catkin in the wind; any storm could cast him into eternal ruin.
As for Ma Yi, the man was decent enough—loyal, sentimental, and vicious and ruthless when needed.
But he bore the hatred of a slain grandson and exterminated kin, and he too was a Fifth Realm Demon Emperor Realm cultivator.
Ma Yi might not be able to withstand it.
Martial Emperors of the Demon Gate were also called Demon Emperors on certain occasions.
It was merely a difference in title. In truth, they were no different from ordinary Martial Emperors.
"The road ahead is thorny. Lord Yellow, Hong Ye, I wonder whether I'll still have a chance in this life to meet you alive in the Nether Realm!"
At that moment, Xiao Chen missed deeply those glorious days when Qiongqi and Hong Chidao had been by his side.
Though Qiongqi always loved to suppress him, mock him, and watch him make a fool of himself.
And though Hong Chidao suffered from a brain ailment and was often hesitant in his actions.
Whenever towering danger arose, however, the two demons had never been vague or hesitant. They had always charged ahead, turning calamity aside with a single hand and guarding him