But the Golden Crow Zhu Xiao arrived before Li Yang.
By now, he had lost every shred of his former splendor.
Great swathes of Yu's gleaming golden feathers had been slashed away, exposing hideous wounds that stained his whole body red.
Had he not been the Demon Court Lord's son, with countless trump cards, he would have died long ago.
At last, he could hold on no longer.
But the Pseudo-Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation's fatal strike was blocked by the Golden Crow's final lifesaving trump card.
It was a drop of blood from his father, the lord of the Demon Court in Xun Province.
It projected True Lord Chongyang's figure, making Blissful Devil Venerable, Chu Feng, Gu Luoyuan, and the others freeze.
"Father-" Zhu Xiao roared weakly as he plummeted to the ground, no longer even able to fly.
Chongyang opened his eyes, which resembled twin suns.
"Li Yang wants to kill me! He even destroyed our Golden Crow ancestors' blessing—a Fusang Tree sapling! He is our Golden Crow clan's greatest enemy! And the common enemy of the entire Xun Province Demon Race! Too many demon Heavenly Prodigies have died at his hands. I swear it by the Demon Ancestor!"
Zhu Xiao howled wretchedly, his words half truth and half lies.
As the Demon Court Lord, who frequently matched wits with the Dao Alliance's old monsters, Chongyang was naturally a man of profound calculation.
He did not act, but merely asked Li Yang calmly, "He is my son. What reason do you have that makes killing him necessary? If possible, I hope you can spare him for my sake, and for the sake of that wisp of Solar True Fire."
Li Yang countered, "He colluded with the Demon Savage Continent to plot against the Ning Lineage's inheritance. He even maliciously helped