Facing the Demon Kings Alone

If everyone in a room opposed opening a window, but you suggested tearing off the roof instead, they would agree to open the window.

After all, they were old demons who had lived for thousands of years. Which one of them was not cunning and scheming?

"Hmph, wishful thinking!"

The Peacock King sneered, a soaring arrogance flashing in his eyes.

"Peacock, do you think you can stand against the Demon Race's general tide? We are taking the Demon Emperor Scripture!" As soon as he finished speaking, one Demon King after another rose to their feet, releasing their auras together to pressure the Peacock King.

This was the Demon Race. The law of the jungle had always been their creed.

The Azure Emperor's lineage had declined, and it was not as though these people had played no part behind the scenes. After all, the Demon Emperor Scripture was too tempting!

Only ten thousand years had passed since the Demon Emperor's death. Though they no longer had the protection of a Demon Emperor weapon, they could not possibly lack Saint Weapons. Just look at the families and Holy Lands founded by Great Saints among the Human Race—none had not endured for tens of thousands of years.

Yet the vast Azure Emperor clan now had only Yan Ruyu left. Who would believe there was nothing suspicious about that?

"Oh? Is that so? I would like to see what gives you the nerve to threaten my Azure Emperor lineage!"

An indifferent voice rang out. The Azure Emperor Incarnation slowly walked into the Ageless Hall, dressed in azure robes. Nine Wheels of Wisdom hovered behind his head, Chaos Qi coiled around him, and his features could not be seen clearly.

"Who are you?!" The Green Flood Dragon King felt a bad premonition.

That overwhelmingly powerful