In Demon Capital Heart City, quite a few high-ranking demons were watching a spectacle.
The Demon God Emperor's heir and a human were fighting over a woman.
Bang!
The black greatsword raised a wave of black energy and slashed toward the human.
Yet the human did not dodge in the slightest or even raise a hand. He held a little girl in his left arm and had his right arm around an older girl.
An invisible force, however, seemed to block the heir's attack and knock him back.
Looking at A Bao, who could not withstand a single blow, Yang Tian said leisurely, "Heh, according to your Demon Race's rules, you've lost. That means this woman belongs to me."
A Bao roared, "No! I haven't lost yet! Again!"
Yang Tian shook his head. One-sided affection really was annoying.
Yang Tian said calmly, "Then come at me again. If you can't even beat me, don't see Yue Ye again. An outstanding woman like Yue Ye isn't yours."
A Bao transformed into a Black Dragon, intending to fight to the death.
Looking at this hateful human, A Bao bellowed, "That isn't for you to decide! Hah!"
"You really won't see reason." Yang Tian released Yue Ye and raised his right hand, gathering blackish-gray Thought Power.
At this point, A Bao had unleashed a strike comparable to four-hundred-thousand spiritual power, and Yang Tian had to take it seriously.
He truly deserved to be the most outstanding successor to the Demon God Emperor. Unfortunately, A Bao would have no chance to take the throne.
Even if Yang Tian did nothing, the curtain would soon fall on the Demon Race's six-thousand-year rule.
Bang!
Yang Tian stopped the black sword with one hand. Less than thirty centimeters from his hand, A Bao's sword seemed to be