Hearing that Lu Fengzong actually intended to seize the Human Emperor's Throne, everyone immediately knitted their brows.
Lu Lingjun urged, "First Boss Lu, the Demon Sect stepped forward to resist the Other Races, and we have all witnessed the brilliance of its plans.
"But Young Master Tang was personally chosen by the previous emperor, and both his character and wisdom have undergone trials of blood.
"The turmoil of the Great Age concerns matters of grave importance. We cannot afford any mistakes.
"To be safe, Young Master Tang remains the more suitable choice for Human Emperor. We hope you will understand, First Boss Lu."
Lu Fengzong snorted coldly. "Since you all think so little of me, I shall take my leave!"
"First Boss Lu!" Everyone hurriedly called him back. "We can discuss this. Even if you don't become Human Emperor, we can make it up to you elsewhere."
Lu Fengzong waved a hand and left with several members of the Demon Sect.
They had barely taken two steps when white light flashed before their eyes, and a skeleton stood in their path.
Though it was merely a set of white bones, its frame was upright and well proportioned, radiating a majestic aura that exerted tremendous pressure on Lu Fengzong and his companions.
Apart from Du Shu, the three people behind Lu Fengzong immediately went on guard.
"Is there something you need, Young Master Tang?" Lu Fengzong asked.
At that moment, a small round clasp floated toward Tang Yan's lower jaw, and Xiang Xiaoyu's voice rang out. "Young Master Tang, this Magic Treasure can help you speak."
The clasp attached itself to his lower jaw. Tang Yan felt as though he had vocal cords again. He nodded to Xiang Xiaoyu, then turned to Lu Fengzong and cupped his hands. "Greetings, Human Emperor!"