Inside the residence of Demon Emperor Second Crown Prince Zhui Ri in the provincial capital of Huzhou, under the command of Prophet Demon Master Qi Nan, more than a hundred and fifty Dao Realm experts from various clans had surrounded Phoenix Spirit Second Princess Jiang Huiying and her two attendants so tightly that not even water could pass through.
Among them, Wa Ling Holy Son Yu Cong was the most vehement. "We are both of the Primordial Human Race, yet your Phoenix Spirit Clan dared to set us up! You deserve to die!"
"Everyone, I want to capture this Phoenix Spirit Second Princess Jiang Huiying alive. Afterwards, I will certainly offer my thanks!" Wa Ling Holy Son said to the leaders and Dao Realm experts of the other clans.
No one objected to Wa Ling Holy Son Yu Cong's proposal.
They had originally intended to kill Jiang Huiying anyway. But now, if they captured her alive, they could also gain a measure of friendship from the Wa Ling Race. Why not?
"Capture me alive? Dream on!" Surrounded as she was, Phoenix Spirit Second Princess Jiang Huiying wore a mocking expression, without the slightest trace of fear.
"Look at yourselves—have you no shame? So many of you schemed against Ye Zhen and still failed, and now you're venting your anger on me. You even call me a traitor. Do you people have any face left?" Jiang Huiying pointed at the crowd and cursed them furiously.
Naturally, Prophet Demon Master Qi Nan would not change his stance because of Jiang Huiying's few evasive words. His face darkened as he shouted, "Why haven't you made your move yet?!"
At that very moment, a burst of laughter suddenly rang out from the void. "Exactly. If not now, when?"
Almost the instant the laughter sounded,