In Ao Yue's estimation, River Styx was actually the prime suspect. After all, eight hundred years ago, he had ordered the Heavenly Court's army to all but wipe out the Asura Religion and occupy the Sea of Blood. It was understandable that River Styx, still on the run, might suddenly emerge to oppose the Heavenly Court.
But... River Styx wasn't that strong!
Although River Styx was known as "the foremost master of slaughter beneath the Saints," that was only because he had embarked upon the Slaughter Great Dao. No matter how one dressed it up, he was merely a two-corpse quasi-saint. Defeating Yinglong was nothing surprising, but killing him instantly? Impossible!
"Who could it possibly be?" Even calculating with his fingers yielded no answer. Ao Yue's brows knitted tightly, and his anxiety deepened.
On the Solar Star, in a side hall of the Demon Emperor Palace.
Taiyi had already lifted the restraints on Yang Jian, Chenxiang, and the others. They sat together, waiting for their host's next arrangements.
While they waited, however, Yang Jian looked at Chenxiang and hesitated for a long while before finally making a decision.
"Chenxiang," Yang Jian called.
Chenxiang promptly rose, walked over to Yang Jian, and asked, "Uncle, what's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. I just suddenly had an idea. Tell me, do you still want to rescue your mother?"
"Of course I do." Chenxiang nodded without hesitation.
Hearing his answer, Yang Jian nodded. Although this child hadn't been blessed with a good father and had been raised to be timid and weak, at least he was devoted to his mother. That alone... was enough.
Then Yang Jian struggled to his feet, rested a hand on Chenxiang's shoulder, and said, "Since you still want to rescue your mother, let your uncle give you one last helping