Satan's Pact

"Y..."

Everything that old fox had secretly arranged... had actually even managed to deceive himself!

Panicked, Ao Xue opened her mouth and immediately began explaining:

"I truly didn't know any of this. That old fox never told me about it! None of the Royal Family knew about this!"

Afraid that the Demon God would count her among those in the know, Ao Xue's expression was tense. What she saw, however, was a face that said he had known all along.

"I don't blame you."

It wasn't just Ao Xue... Every artisan and participant who had helped that Old King construct such a formation had died silently.

Even the final personal guard sent to silence them had died at the hands of the Old King himself.

This truly was a secret known only to that old bastard.

Knowing that Iron Blood could no longer hold on to or maintain everything from the past, and that its defeat was utterly irreversible, the old man who had lost his position as the ideal successor—the First Prince—had made the most ruthless decision.

Destroy the Royal City he had built with his own hands, and use all that flesh and blood as capital for his return.

But.

Xuan Sheng had completely interrupted him.

"We should go... though it seems we don't need to anymore."

Satan's brows twitched. Noticing the formation collapsing at an astonishing speed, he had already guessed what had happened to the Old King behind it.

"Yes. Everything's been dealt with. You can rest easy, gather your strength in the Royal City, and wait to settle accounts with the other main cities."

Having ultimately handled everything alone, Xuan Sheng put away Myriad Tempering and patted the dust that had stuck to him while he was crouching.

"Then, Your Majesty, what are your plans