The Struggle for Nine Demon Palace, Yuan Mingzi's Decision

Tai Prefecture, Nine Demon Palace.

The air in the main hall was oppressive.

At the head of the hall, an elderly man in a dark purple Starry Robe sat upon the Skull Throne.

He was Yuan Mingzi, the current palace master of Nine Demon Palace and a half-step Divine Mansion Realm titan of the demonic path.

Four figures sat to either side of him, their auras fierce, sinister, or unfathomably deep.

They were the other four Devil Lords of Nine Demon Palace.

One had reached Innately Great Perfection; the other three were at Late-stage Innate.

Nine Demon Palace, as its name suggested, had nine fiends.

All nine were at Late-stage Innate or above.

"Everyone..."

Yuan Mingzi broke the silence, his voice cold. "I trust you all know why I summoned you here. Nine Demon Palace—and the entire demonic path of Tai Prefecture—stands at the brink of life and death."

The air in the hall grew heavier.

The first man on the left, a burly figure with blood-red markings across half his face, snorted. "Hmph! Those hypocrites of the Gongsun Clan and Qu Family have gone too far! When the Blood Nether Demon Venerable was here, would they have dared act so brazenly? Now that the Sacred Cult is weak and the three Demon Venerables have vanished, they think they can join forces, slaughter every last one of us, and carve up Tai Prefecture! Wishful thinking!"

The burly man was Vulture Demon Lord.

"Wishful thinking?" Across from him, a beardless man dressed like a scholar gave a scornful laugh, his eyes as cold as a venomous snake's. "Vulture, harsh words won't help. The truth is, those two clans have beaten Nine Demon Palace so badly we can barely lift our heads. In just half a year, we've lost a fifth of