To reach the level of a Super Demon within three hundred years in the realm of demons—such a person is a genius among geniuses!
As for the refiner, the first refiner of the Nolan Family, Master Lu, and the refiner Yang Tian, this is self-evident.
During the allocation of bridal chambers, Nolan Xiong remained as courteous as ever to Yang Tian, even more so than before, polite to the point that the Red Lotus Immortal found it sowhat perplexing.
Watching Nolan Xiong’s departure, she couldn’t help but ask, "My lord, what is Nolan Xiong thinking about? Earlier, you slapped the culprit across the face..."
She left the latter half of the sentence unsaid.
But the aning was evident!
During the teleporting formation before the battle, though visible from the beginning, Nolan Xiong and the Golden Sand Demon King harbored mutual hatred.
Yet unexpectedly, it was Wei Wuxing’s second trump card, Qin Wudi, who finally triumphed—clearly due to Yang Tian’s slap!
A powerful man at the early Primordial Demon stage gave a slap to a Star Lord, cast a spell against the Witch Demon King, and killed the late-stage Witch Demon King—this was true magical mastery!
Up until now, the Fairy among the Chileans only managed to have so reaction!
Shock!
Everyone in the room was probably stunned.
But now, Nolan Xiongde not only refrained from ntioning this matter but also maintained his courteous and respectful deanor towards Yang Tian!
This was truly incomprehensible to her.
However, Yang Tian rely smiled faintly and said, "He’s thinking of nothing but confirming an answer in his heart."
"An answer? Confirming what?"
Chi Lian Fairy, puzzled, asked without hesitation.
Yet soon after, she suddenly had a realization: "Could it be about soone’s birthright?"
"Indeed!"
Yang Tian shook his head, chuckled softly, and said, "I’m afraid even if I told him I’m not the Emperor’s son, he wouldn’t believe !"
And he was right!
At this mont, Nolan Xiong’s thoughts were exactly as Yang Tian had anticipated; in his heart, Nolan Xiong was convinced that Yang Tian must be the Emperor’s son!
But why?
An ordinary boy from a humble background dare to straightforwardly chant spells in the hall, kill the Demon King, and deliver such a slap?
And it was amidst such a gap of two significant levels, facing many super-powerful individuals!
For common folks, surviving a spell duel against the Demon King without trembling would already be exceptional!
Yet Yang Tian managed, in front of so many people, to strike with such composed ease, as though it were entirely natural!
If Yang Tian were not the Emperor’s son, then who could he possibly be?
Even Nolan Xiong had clearly observed Yang Tian had initially lacked substantial power, resembling a re stronghold keeper. But even so, Nolan Xiong suspected Yang Tian of being so ancient monster disguised as a young man, playing the role of a pig to eat the tiger!
What Nolan Xiong didn’t know was Yang Tian’s secrets.
To kill Yang Tian quickly—is this truly not difficult?
That once relentless Curse Master suddenly stopped, his eyes reddened with furious blood as he stared at the man speaking.
Clearly, this man was an extraordinary individual!
His own strength was rely at the Heavenly Demon level, only at the initial phase. However, while at the Primordial Demon Level, this individual fearlessly stared into the blazing Golden Sand Demon King’s eyes, showing not an ounce of trepidation.
If Lan Cheng were here, he would have instantly recognized this man. He was a renowned slayer of demons in the surrounding territories.
The na Jiujiu might sound insignificant, but he was far from as useless as his na suggested.
On the contrary, if the Demon Slayer achieved today’s success, half the credit would rightly belong to Jiujiu!
The Master glanced at Jiujiu and said, "What are you suggesting?"
"I said killing him isn’t hard!" Jiujiu Turtle laughed again.
These words snapped the Curse Killing Demon Lord back to clarity.
Indeed?
Knowing that, at this very mont, the powerful Constant Star resided in this northernmost, most formidable Magic Kingdom, ruled by King Mu himself!
Let alone the Liu Mu Demon King, even the Power Star Two Tyrants, Qin Wudi—if faced with a one-on-one duel—the Curse Killing Demon Lord could not be assured of victory!
And during a Sacrificial Ghost ritual, mutual slaughter was forbidden; this was a custom integral for every Sacrificial Ghost ceremony!
It was also an issue of maintaining the pride of holding the planetary title of Star Lord!
Should the Mage suddenly cast a spell to kill Yang Tian given Qin Wudi’s current presence, it would certainly provoke the wrath to summon gods!
The next mont, awaiting retribution would likely be Master Hee Jinsa!
Nevertheless, how could Jiujiu still claim killing Yang Tian was easy?
The Master pondered endlessly, unable to discern the aning behind "useless Jiujiu’s" statent. Yet, given years of familiarity with Jiujiu Turtle’s enigmatic ways, the Master relented and said, "Tell now!"
"Here it is! The Demon Lord!"
Jiu Bai nodded slightly, delivering a faint smile. "Did you ever investigate the people Lord Nairan brought during your previous argunts with him?"
"Those ants—the Demon Lord wouldn’t bother to investigate such concerns!"
The culprit shook his head.
But Jiujiu Turtle, grinning, continued, "I’ve looked into them carefully. Though most people Lord Nairan brought this ti were Primordial Demon-level elites, among those eligible for the battle based on age, only three qualified!"
"Three?" The Mage furrowed his brows.
"Indeed! Three! Judging by their fury, two of them must possess the Power Star strength cultivated after 250 years, akin to thugs! The third, however, is that boy who offended the Devil!"
Jiujiu Turtle laughed, "But that boy is rely at the early stage of thug-level capability. Unless the Devil’s brain has been stolen by God, no way would he choose the boy to join the battle."
And the other two?
The Master grew more baffled, uncertain about Jiujiu Turtle’s insinuation.
Without waiting, Jiujiu Turtle smirked further: "Apparently, the Mage hasn’t fully grasped what I an. My implication is, if the two individuals under the Demon Lord’s command were injured or even killed, rendering them incapable of participating—then, by the regulations governing the ceremonial statues, wouldn’t the Demon Lord have no choice but to select soone else? And who would that choice be?"
"The boy! It must be the boy!"
The Demon Lord reacted solemnly.
With Nolan Xiongde present, only three individuals t the age qualifications for joining the Martial Arts Fight. Martial Arts Worship didn’t necessitate camaraderie amongst participants, but it forced the Prince to endorse the grand Northern Magic Duel!
Thus, any participant must ensure at least two representatives can join. If dissatisfaction arises with the chosen individuals, it may upset demonic alliances—a scenario no Star Master dares afford!
And Jiu Bai’s intent was clear: kill the two people Nolan Xiong brought to participate in the battle. Faced with this predicant, Nolan Xiong would have no choice but to let the sole remaining eligible candidate, Yang Tian, join!
But Yang Tian was rely at the beginning stages of black-level abilities; anwhile, most black-level fighters arrive much later in maturity or during peak black-level strength!
And these individuals were all elites of their respective planets, equipped with advanced killing skills that exceeded customary levels!
Thus, by entering this scenario, Yang Tian—whose prowess in combat fell embarrassingly short compared to others—would inevitably fail!
In the Demon Kingdom, failure often equated to death!
The combat was no exception—this was a life-and-death duel.
Yet soon after, the Curse Killing Demon Lord furrowed his brows slightly: "Jiujiu, your thod isn’t bad."
Morning arrived.
Nolan Siod had just climbed wearily from his ditation mat, slowly erging from the cavern, rubbing his temples with fatigue.
He had endured a grueling night.
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