The Devil Race's Mo Qianren Arrives! Permission Granted!

Chu Muyang smiled and gestured for everyone to enjoy the feast as they pleased.

He still had to offer each guest a toast later, so he did not dare put on airs now.

"Yay! Let's eat!"

Hearing that, the two gluttons finally dug in.

"You two, mind your manners."

Ye Zichen looked at them and spoke helplessly.

The banquet proceeded in an orderly fashion, while wave after wave of palace maids danced to enliven the festivities.

"Young Master Ye, let me offer you a toast. Thank you once again for coming!"

Chu Muyang was the first to come to Ye Zichen's table and respectfully offer him a toast. Ye Zichen responded politely.

Chu Muyang then toasted Long Han before moving on to the other guests.

"You two can't drink."

Seeing the two itching to try, Ye Zichen stopped them. Hearing his order, they went back to stuffing their faces.

"Young Master Ye, let me offer you a toast. Thank you once again for your help."

Zhao Qianxue was the first to speak up and toast Ye Zichen. After Empress First Snow took the lead, the others who had not dared to offer a toast followed suit in an orderly manner.

Everyone thanked Ye Zichen for all the help he had given them.

The atmosphere was so warm and harmonious, until...

"Hahahahaha! How could you have such a lively occasion without me?"

A burly man dressed in black walked into the hall, paying no heed to his appearance.

Everyone at the banquet noticed the unfamiliar face. Some did not recognize him, but others did.

"Mo Qianren of the Devil Race, what are you doing here?"

Chu Muyang and Xuanxiao had both dealt with the Devil Race before, so they recognized the man before them.

"What? I'm not welcome? How can the emperor of Great Chu be so narrow-minded?"

Mo Qianren spoke mockingly. He glanced at Xuanxiao and said with contempt, "Has the Demon Race fallen so low that it's become the Human Race's lapdog?"

"Mo Qianren, what nonsense are you spouting?!"

Xuanxiao roared.

"The Demon Race is now cooperating with my Human Race. That's far better than you scum of the Devil Race."

Chu Yunxi suddenly stepped forward, pointing at Mo Qianren as she hurled the insult.

"You!"

Mo Qianren was somewhat angered by her words.

He then said viciously, "Hmph! I came today to take this opportunity to tell you something."

He took out a token and continued:

"By the Devil Venerable's command! Three months from now, we will officially go to war with the Central Continent! Anyone connected to the Central Continent is an enemy of my Devil Race. On the battlefield, they must all die!"

Mo Qianren unleashed the power of a Middle-Stage Half-Immortal, and everyone present frowned deeply.

"What? Has your Devil Race in the Northern Region finally run out of patience?"

Chu Muyang glared fiercely at Mo Qianren as he spoke.

By choosing this moment to come, the Devil Race was telling everyone that anyone connected to the Central Continent was its enemy!

"Hehehe! The Devil Venerable reached the Peak Half-Immortal realm long ago. Now that my Devil Race has grown much stronger, we'll kill you all, and the Weiyang Realm will belong to the Devil Race!"

Mo Qianren continued to provoke them. Thanks to the Devil Venerable's guidance and Ye Zichen's blessing back then, the Devil Race now had ten Half-Immortals.

And with Ye Zichen's guidance, Mo Lintian had now truly become the strongest in the Weiyang Realm beneath the Heavenly Dao.

"Counting it that way, the outcome is uncertain."

Ye Zichen made his calculations.

Now that relations among the four continents had deepened, the Devil Race might have to face all the Half-Immortal combat power of the four continents.

"But in the end, they're only sewing wedding clothes for someone else."

Ye Zichen murmured, his thoughts unknown.

"How arrogant! Today is Emperor Chu's birthday celebration. How dare your Devil Race come here and run wild!"

Xuanxiao roared.

Although the Southern Frontier's Demon Race currently had only four Half-Immortals between the Vermilion Bird and Qilin clans, the strongest of whom was only a Middle-Stage Half-Immortal, the Demon Race and the Devil Race were as irreconcilable as fire and water. Such behavior was infuriating!

"Since your Demon Race has chosen to stand with the Central Continent, we won't show you any mercy when the war begins!"

Seeing that Xuanxiao had taken a firm stance, Mo Qianren could only resort to threats.

"Hahaha! Since the Devil Race has already issued a declaration of war, would you care to spar with me, Mo Qianren? Let it serve as a signal for the start of the war. What do you say?"

The speaker was Jian Ying, the great elder of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land. He had hated the Devil Race more than anything his entire life, for his parents had died at its hands when he was young.

Now that he had this chance, he did not want to let it pass! He wanted revenge!

A Middle-Stage Half-Immortal against a Middle-Stage Half-Immortal-if he could kill Mo Qianren here, the Devil Race would lose a great general!

"Granted."

At that moment, everyone turned to look at Ye Zichen.

"Let this performance add some amusement to the grand feast."

Now that the great war between the Human Race and the Devil Race had begun, Ye Zichen certainly would not miss any chance to watch the show.

Ye Zichen did not care whether humans or devils died. Apart from those who tried to play clever tricks, he paid them no mind.

When Ye Zichen suddenly spoke up and approved the match, everyone was puzzled, but no one questioned him.

"Thank you, Young Master Ye."

Jian Ying thanked Ye Zichen. He then stepped forward and invited Mo Qianren to duel in the plaza outside.

"Mo Qianren, please!"

Now that Ye Zichen had spoken, Mo Qianren no longer had the right to refuse. If he did, everyone present would force him into the duel.

"Hmph! Who's afraid of you?!"

Seeing this, Mo Qianren could only agree.

But he also thought that if he killed a Middle-Stage Half-Immortal here, the Devil Venerable would be pleased and reward him!

"Master, aren't you scared? I'm a little scared."

Liao Yunxiao walked over to Ye Zichen and tugged at the corner of his robe.

He was just an ordinary person. Seeing this, he had lost all appetite.

"Long Han can take you back."

Ye Zichen spoke comfortingly.

"No! If you're not scared, then neither am I!"

Over all this time, Liao Yunxiao had grown up and come to know that his master was extraordinary, though he did not know just how extraordinary.

He had recently learned that the man his master had brought back was a cultivator. At the very least, this master he had gained was probably a cultivator too.

"Hee-hee! As long as I stay by Brother Ye's side, I'm not scared either!"

Mu Lingxi also came over with a smile. She naturally knew that everyone here knew Ye Zichen was the most honored person present.

So none of them dared disobey Ye Zichen.

"You two, wipe the grease off your hands, or I'm going to beat you."

Ye Zichen spoke in disgust and made as though to deliver a chop to each of them. The two hurried back to their places and continued stuffing their faces, ready to enjoy the coming fight.

Outside.

The two men had already arrived at the plaza, and all the other guests, palace maids, and servants had been dismissed.

What came next would be the first Half-Immortal-level duel ever seen in the Central Continent!

"I am Jian Ying, great elder of the Heavenly Sword Holy Land."

Jian Ying spoke politely at first, but his heart was already full of rage and the desire to kill this man.

"Hmph! I've long wanted to experience the Heavenly Sword Holy Land's supreme swordsmanship. Please!"

Mo Qianren extended a hand disdainfully, his own fighting spirit blazing.

Boom!