A Long-Awaited Reunion

One person rode a Flying Sword, while the other transformed into one. Both sped toward the void at top speed. From Lei Dong's estimation, their combat strength was about equal, and neither had been a Sub-Saint for long. Even if they wanted to decide a winner, it wouldn't happen anytime soon. So he sent a thought to the Heavenly Devil Emperor. "Meimei, if you're free, show me around the Heavenly Devil Palace." A brief separation makes a reunion sweeter than a wedding night.

The Heavenly Devil Emperor couldn't help giving a bashful little scoff, then sent back a thought. "Who's having a reunion sweeter than a wedding night with you?" Still, her cheeks flushed as she led Lei Dong into the Heavenly Devil Palace.

The Empress of Pain watched, consumed with jealousy. But she knew the Heavenly Devil Emperor held a far higher place in her master's heart than she did. Her heart twisted in agony, and she fixed her sights on the two unlucky descendants of the Devil Emperor, laughing wickedly without pause. "You two sure picked a fine time to be unlucky. You just had to run into me when I'm in a foul mood!"

Destruction and the Son of Hell stared at each other, the cascade of events far beyond what either could take in. Almost at the same time, they said, "Brother, hold them off. I'll go get help." One turned into a mass of gloomy black mist, while the other became a ball of Demonic Flame, and both fled at top speed.

"Trying to run? Too late." The Empress of Pain laughed maniacally as the Whip of Pain turned into a giant serpent and coiled around the pair as they tried to escape. Her crazed, excited laughter sent terror shivering through the two descendants of