Ying You returned to human form.
He straightened his robes, drew a deep breath, then stepped forward.
A respectful expression settled over his face once more.
"Imperial Lord."
Amplified by his demonic power, his voice reached the ears of every member of the Demon Race present with perfect clarity.
"This subordinate... finally understands why you killed the three elders of the Ying clan, Imperial Lord."
The void fell silent for a moment.
Ying You straightened, his gaze slowly shifting from Zhu Yao to Si Chen.
"So you have long been associating with cultivators from the Immortal Realm, Imperial Lord."
His tone remained respectful, but every word was a blade.
"No wonder you have pressed the Dragon Race harder and harder over these past twenty years."
"No wonder you dealt such a murderous blow to our Ying clan's three elders."
His voice suddenly rose:
"Imperial Lord, do you intend to hand the Demon Realm over to the Immortal Realm?!"
The instant those words fell, the void erupted.
Murmurs spread through the void like a tide, swelling from whispers into a buzzing clamor.
Some demons looked bewildered, some frowned deeply, and suspicion and alarm had already crept into the eyes of others.
The factions that had been wavering, still waiting to see what would happen, now wore utterly grim expressions.
The Imperial Lord was colluding with cultivators from the Immortal Realm?
That thought pierced the heart of every demon present like a poisoned thorn.
Watching this, Ying You's lips curved slightly.
He said nothing more, merely taking a step back and standing with his hands behind his back.
He had said everything he needed to say.
He would leave the rest for these demons to ponder.
Elsewhere, Feng Qing's brows were tightly knitted.
Of course she knew what Ying You was