Amid the ruins of the great hall, the dust slowly settled.
Those present...
Several thousand demons knelt and kowtowed.
Only a mass of dark green Primordial Spirit hung in midair, trembling all over.
"You... you..."
A hoarse voice burst from the Primordial Spirit.
Every demon's gaze snapped toward it.
The serpent demon's Primordial Spirit glared at the sea of kneeling figures below.
"Elder... Elder's bones aren't even cold yet!"
"Every one of you was sheltered and painstakingly nurtured by Elder, step by step, until you reached your cultivation today!"
"Wanchuan has stood for hundreds of thousands of years. How Elder treated you—you know it in your own hearts!"
"Elder is dead! You could at least have let vengeance slide!"
"But instead, you're kneeling at your enemy's feet, wagging your tails and begging for mercy!"
"You're worse than beasts!!!"
After he finished cursing them,
the serpent demon's slit pupils suddenly turned toward the kneeling figure at the very front.
"And you."
"When Elder took you in as his adopted son, you were nothing but an ordinary demon from the outskirts of You Mountain... Your cultivation today, your standing—what do you have that Elder didn't give you?!"
"Juechen... are you even a person?!"
Faced with those accusations,
Demon Emperor Juechen roared.
He shot to his feet.
"How dare you!!!"
With a sharp flying kick, he swept through the air with a howling gust of wind and slammed his foot into the dark green mass of Primordial Spirit.
Pfft—
The serpent demon's Primordial Spirit scattered like a puff of smoke, flying backward and crashing hard into Wanchuan's sheer cliff.
Most of its dark green light shattered, scattering like fireflies.
The serpent demon's roar cut off abruptly.
His shattered Primordial Spirit was embedded in the stone wall, its light flickering as he hovered on