Little Thunder Mountain

In the depths of the Western Regions Demon Court.

The Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.

Dark red demonic energy swirled above the great hall, lingering without end.

At the center of the hall knelt a white-haired old man.

Though he had taken human form, two withered dragon horns remained on his forehead.

"Your Majesty!"

"Great Tang has gone too far! First they killed Jiao Xu, the pride of our clan. Now they've gone further still, beheading the two Demon Kings Jiao Li and Jiao Xuan in public!"

"They weren't merely killing Demon Kings of the White Flood Dragon Clan! They were slapping Your Majesty in the face, challenging the authority of the entire Demon Court!"

Along both sides of the hall

stood dozens of figures with terrifying auras.

At that moment,

these Great Demons, each capable of stirring up a storm of blood beyond these walls, kept their heads bowed and their eyes lowered.

The loss of two Lotus-Seeding Realm Demon Kings would cut any clan to the bone.

"Your Majesty!"

When no response came from above, Jiao Mo jerked his head up, his eyes bloodshot.

"This old minister begs Your Majesty to issue a decree! Allow me to muster my clan's forces and march into Liangzhou!"

"I will tear the murderer limb from limb and eat his flesh raw! I will avenge my fallen clansmen!"

"If Your Majesty refuses, this old minister will... dash himself to death against the walls of this very hall!"

With that,

he made as if to charge.

Just then,

"Cough... cough, cough..."

On the throne, a figure slowly stirred.

He did not look imposing. In fact, he was rather frail.

His plain robe bore no elaborate patterns.

This Supreme Realm being, who ruled the myriad demons of the Western Regions,

looked more like a