To be fair, even Helian Yunyun had been kept in the dark about the trap Tu Hu had laid for the Illusion Devil Lord.
Only Tu Hu and the Son of Heaven of Mu had known of the trap itself. The Wanyan Clan head of those years had known only that Wanyan Qingping had been used by Tu Hu as bait before being killed; he had not known that her death had also been put to use in this trap.
The four Dao Derivation powerhouses waiting on call at the Royal Court today had likewise only been informed after answering the summons.
Tu Hu's appearance today had seemed simple enough. There had been no visible turbulence throughout the entire process; he had crushed the Illusion Devil Lord's mask like rotten wood, revealing what lay beneath. But that had rested on nearly a century of plotting and preparation.
As one of the most supreme and exalted figures of the Devil Race, how could the Illusion Devil Lord have failed to understand the danger of the Supreme Royal Court? How could he have been made to firmly believe that today truly was the perfect opportunity?
He could plant measures on Jiang Wang without leaving a trace; he could command the Devil Race in a millennium-long bitter war across the Border Wasteland. How could he have been so reckless today, charging into the Supreme Royal Court as rashly as some General Demon?
The painstaking effort Tu Hu had poured in behind the scenes was not something others could fully know.
To ensure this plan succeeded without alerting the Illusion Devil Lord, no third person had been allowed to know of it for a hundred years.
Thus, for Helian Yunyun, coming to the Blue Wolf Arena to watch the battle today had also meant