Western Regions Demon Court.
Inside the Demon Emperor Palace.
Silk and bamboo music assailed the ears, while decadent melodies lingered around the rafters without end.
Several dozen fox maidens draped in gauzy garments, beautiful beyond compare, danced gracefully through the hall.
A man lounged sideways, his expression lazy.
He was not ferocious-looking; on the contrary, he possessed a certain scholarly elegance.
If not for the eerie green glint that occasionally flashed through his eyes, he would truly have resembled a well-read scholar.
"Good!"
A gorgeous fox maiden beside him hurriedly peeled a translucent grape and placed it into his mouth.
The Demon Emperor chewed it slowly. Juice burst across his mouth, and a satisfied sigh escaped his throat.
Ever since he had diverted disaster eastward that day.
Although he had not personally set foot in the Central Plains to witness the misery there with his own eyes.
It was surely...
An exceptionally splendid sight.
That madwoman was a Demon Sage of Spirit Mountain, with the inheritance of a Dao Orthodoxy, and she had gone bearing the monstrous hatred of losing her son.
Together with that old beast Li Qianyuan.
Attacking from within and without.
Tsk, tsk.
The Demon Emperor smacked his lips... Great Tang was likely already engulfed in beacon fires, with blood flowing until it floated shields, was it not?
As for that so-called Eldest Princess...
Her talent was indeed monstrous, but she was ultimately still too green.
She had to face Spirit Mountain's wrath while guarding against a knife in the back from her own father.
Unless a true immortal descended into the world, how could she possibly break this deadlock?
"Very well."
"Once those two sides fight until both are battered and broken, and that madwoman kills her fill, vents her fury, and returns to Spirit Mountain..."