Nine Corpse Heavenly Demon Emperor

Lu Yuan, seated upon the throne, looked exceedingly refined. His dark eyes resembled the night sky, and a faint smile rested on his face, making him seem like an easygoing middle-aged man!

Yet upon closer inspection, one could discover the trace of cold malice hidden deep within Lu Yuan's eyes.

As the mount of the Ancient Heavenly Emperor back then, the fact that he had survived until now naturally meant his mind was meticulous. Otherwise, he would have perished long ago in the battle that destroyed the Ancient Heavenly Palace!

Of course, this was merely an excuse he made for himself, because no one knew that he had once been the Ancient Heavenly Emperor's blood wyrm mount—except for Mandala.

Mandala had also survived that battle of destruction, just like him. Only Mandala knew the secrets of his past, so he had to kill her!

Whoosh!

A sharp gust of wind sounded. A wisp of black qi suddenly shot out from his body, gradually expanding before him before transforming into a black shadow that appeared before Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan was not surprised in the slightest, because this fellow had always been hiding within his body—or rather, hiding within his heart.

"Looks like my dear Sacred Demon Palace Master has begun to fall as well!" The black shadow let out a shrill, piercing laugh.

The laughter echoed through the hall, making Lu Yuan frown deeply. He raised his gaze to the black shadow. "Aren't you afraid someone will discover your existence?"

The black shadow continued laughing. "You aren't afraid, so why should I be? Besides, this is your Sacred Demon Palace. Could anyone possibly report to others right under your nose that you have already joined hands with a Demon Emperor of the Outer Domain Evil Clan?"

At the black shadow's