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Chapter Two Hundred Twenty-Seven: The Demon Race
"How dare you, human brat, be so disrespectful!" a Demon Cultivator shouted.
Zhao Yang sat on the throne of the Demon Empress, showing no signs of fear. For two whole years, he had been in the dark time tunnel, focusing on his understanding of the law, contemplating the great path, and observing various forms of the essence of time. His entire demeanor had undergone a tremendous transformation.
He looked at the imposing figure of the Demon Empress before him, at the countless demon beasts kneeling below, and at the flowers and plants within his reach. He smiled happily; it was the first time he had smiled in two years. In the time tunnel, he had forgotten how to smile—he had no physical body, only consciousness.
Now, recalling his previous journey still sent shivers down his spine. In the time tunnel, anything substantial would turn to ash.
But now, he had finally returned to his own body; everything was still intact.
Zhao Yang noticed a massive pool not far in front of him, filled with blood. There were also some herbs radiating soul fluctuations. He knew those must be extremely precious spiritual medicines, possibly even containing Holy Medicine.
In the distant sky stood a giant tree that pierced the clouds. A strange light flickered in Zhao Yang's eyes as he recognized it from reading thousands of books; this giant tree was known as the Heavenly Tree. It stood between heaven and earth for millions of years and was rumored to lead to the celestial realm.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Yang reached into his robe and found that besides the Stone Hammer and Spirit Pearl, his Supreme Dao Artifact, Inch of Light, was also there. The rest of his belongings had vanished. However, he vaguely remembered someone advising Little Beast about the Tricolor Sacred Lotus; it seemed that everything he had collected had been consumed by others.
The ancient ritual before him had concluded. A large crowd knelt on the ground around the Blood Pool, where mysterious runes floated above it, shining brightly as if it were some sort of soul-calling ceremony.
Zhao Yang understood at a glance; having read countless books, he had seen such scenes before.
He expressed his gratitude with a nod and glanced at the woman in the Goose Yellow Dress who had saved him earlier before turning to face the imposing man before him. "Speak up; whatever I can do, I will certainly help you."
Zhao Yang knew that the person before him was the Demon Empress. This individual had gone to great lengths to save him; it was unlikely they were merely idle or regretting that such talent should perish early. The fact that this man showed no anger after Zhao Yang sat on the throne for so long indicated that he must have something important to request—something others could not accomplish.
"Hmph! You must do what you cannot!" said an eerie young man from below. He had a horn on his head and resembled a bull demon, exuding an air of arrogance.
"What cannot be done simply cannot be done! Unless you are an idiot, would you dare sit on the Demon Empress's throne?" Zhao Yang retorted sharply without holding back. He was currently seated on the Demon Empress's throne; clearly, this was a blatant slap in the face. While he could sit there without consequence, none among the demon race would dare do so.
For Zhao Yang, sitting on the Demon Empress's throne could be seen as ignorance or friendly interaction; however, for those among the demon race, sitting there represented treason.
"You!" The Eerie Young Man was furious. As one of the top young experts in his clan, being scolded by an outsider in front of his kin was utterly humiliating.
Zhao Yang, filled with arrogance, cast a disdainful glance at the Eerie Young Man and said, "Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to speak here?"
His domineering attitude showed no mercy, even though it was his first appearance among the demon race.
"Please, Demon Empress, I want to challenge this human brat. I want to see what kind of ability he possesses that would make you summon the entire clan's priest to bring him back to life!" The Eerie Young Man was furious, veins bulging on his forehead and hands. It was clear he was struggling to control himself; otherwise, he might have charged at Zhao Yang and torn him apart.
The Demon Empress remained silent, but the woman beside her in a Goose Yellow Dress spoke up. "Luo Yao, he has just awakened and his body has suffered great damage. Why are you causing more trouble?"
"But Princess Bai Xi..." The man named Luo Yao was exasperated. This human brat was too overbearing, and his strange behavior made him very uncomfortable!
"So this is Bai Xi. The Bai surname is the imperial surname of the demon race; this person must be the Demon Empress's daughter," Zhao Yang thought to himself.
Before Princess Bai Xi could speak up to stop him, Zhao Yang interjected, "If that's the case, let him embarrass himself further. I ask for your permission, Demon Empress, to accept his challenge. It will allow me to showcase my strength and see if I can assist you."
Zhao Yang turned to look at the silent Demon Empress.
The Demon Empress glanced at Zhao Yang and said, "Then let’s have a match. If you lose, you will commit suicide on the spot."
Her voice was calm and indifferent, filled with an air of authority that left no room for argument. Zhao Yang couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Luo Yao's face lit up with excitement and a hint of pride.
"But your body..." Princess Bai Xi expressed concern for Zhao Yang. He had just awakened and might not be able to withstand Luo Yao's onslaught; after all, Luo Yao was one of the strongest among the younger generation of their clan.
"It’s fine, Princess. If you're worried about me hurting him, I can simply choose not to move," Zhao Yang replied, making sure not to sound overly aggressive.
Luo Yao's expression darkened; he hadn't expected Zhao Yang to be so stubborn at this moment. A murderous intent surged within him. He was a mid-stage Divine Transformation Stage expert; few opponents of his level could match him. The demon race was also physically stronger than humans by several times; there was no reason for him to lose.
He glared at Zhao Yang, who stood with his hands behind his back, feeling a surge of anger. This person was insufferably arrogant! Just moments ago he had been dead; countless efforts from his kin had brought him back to life. Yet now that he had awakened, he acted as if he owned the place and rebutted any criticism with extreme arrogance as if this were his home. If he were to kill him like this, he wondered if the Demon Empress would blame him.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke up: "I am from the Seventeenth Demon Domain under the Demon Empress... My name is Luo..."
"Stop, stop, stop. I get it, I get it. No need to announce your names," the voice was calm, filled with disdain, as Zhao Yang waved his hand dismissively, as if swatting away an annoying fly.
Luo Yao was furious. He was a genius of the demon race, capable of tearing apart even a late-stage genius of the human race with his bare hands. Yet today, he had been looked down upon time and again, which nearly drove him to the brink of explosion. He shouted in a frenzied rage, "You’re asking for death!"
With that, Luo Yao charged forward, his eyes bloodshot. Standing nearly three meters tall, his muscular build and powerful chest radiated explosive strength, signaling the imminent death of the human youth before him.
However, the young man remained standing with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and showing no sign of fear or intention to defend himself.
"Is it true that those who have died once fear nothing? And now they want to die again so quickly?" one Demon Cultivator questioned.
"What are you doing? Why aren’t you getting ready to fight?" another Demon Cultivator shouted at Zhao Yang, who stood there like a statue.
Luo Yao raised his fist and charged at the young man, his eyes bulging with rage and veins protruding as he aimed to tear him apart.
But just as he was within three zhang of the youth, he suddenly collapsed to the ground, convulsing all over like a deflated balloon, moving stiffly like a puppet without strings, trembling uncontrollably.
When Luo Yao lifted his head again, his eyes were filled with blood. People gasped in horror as they saw blood streaming from all seven orifices of his face.
"Luo Yao!"
"Bold human! How dare you use Evil Technique!"
"Seeking death!"
A chorus of voices erupted from below as several of Luo Yao's friends flew up from the crowd, their imposing presence aimed at Zhao Yang.
"How dare you!" Princess Bai Xi shouted angrily, raising her hand to strike down the approaching group.
But the Demon Empress intercepted her, signaling her to watch. Bai Xi had no choice but to relent.
Several powerful young Demon Cultivators approached Zhao Yang but fell to the ground with a loud crash when they were still three zhang away, moving mechanically and bleeding from their seven orifices while letting out agonized cries.
The other powerful Demon Cultivators below the stage hesitated to approach, realizing they could not get close. Instead, they unleashed their demonic techniques from a distance, a barrage of varied attacks aimed at Zhao Yang, who seemed destined to be obliterated. However, in an instant, he vanished.
All those attacks struck the Demon Empress behind him instead. She displayed a hint of surprise, clearly astonished—not by the relentless barrage of spells hitting her, but by Zhao Yang's sudden disappearance. This was precisely the kind of Cultivation Method she had been eager to witness.
In the next moment, Zhao Yang reappeared among the demon clan, and screams erupted as he dispatched several of them with brutal efficiency, shattering their arms with each punch. Under the Power Rules, no one could withstand even a fraction of his might.
The cries continued as Zhao Yang returned to his original position, calmly observing the demons. Meanwhile, Luo Yao struggled desperately to approach him but found himself unable to even touch Zhao Yang's feet despite his frantic efforts.
Princess Bai Xi watched with a glimmer of intrigue in her eyes.
Several powerful Old Demons snorted in anger and prepared to act, but the calm voice of the Demon Empress reached everyone's ears: "Enough."
Silence fell over the crowd. The Demon Empress's voice was usually soft yet carried an undeniable authority that no one dared question.
"Disperse," she commanded. Then she turned her gaze toward Zhao Yang and said without hesitation, "Follow me."
The demons dispersed without any objections. They understood that the Demon Empress had revived this arrogant human youth for an important task; failure would mean death for him.
Princess Bai Xi trailed behind the Demon Empress and Zhao Yang as they walked together, passing by a pavilion, circling a lotus pond, and traversing a tranquil orchard until they arrived at a beautiful courtyard filled with blooming peach blossoms. In the center stood an inkstone adorned with a few ink-stained plum blossoms; nothing else was present.
Zhao Yang noticed a softness in the Demon Empress's eyes as she gazed at the plum blossom painting on the inkstone, as if an iceberg were melting.
"You want me to help you save someone," Zhao Yang spoke up. Bai Xi was taken aback, and even the Demon Empress was slightly surprised by the boy's insight. However, she quickly composed herself; after all, he was indeed supposed to be this clever.
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