The Sword Demon Sect had the fewest members among the Five Great Demon Sects. The entire, vast sect had only two Martial Saints: the Sword Demon Sect Master and the Sword Demon.

The Sword Demon Sect Master and the Sword Demon had died tragically at the hands of Shu Feng and Shangguan Biyao. Shu Feng had also wiped out the sect’s Saint Child and True Disciples. The fall of the Sword Demon Sect was now inevitable.

The remaining Four Great Demon Sects and the Great Zhou Royal Family would be like a pack of hungry wolves, tearing the Sword Demon Sect to shreds, devouring it to bolster their own strength. Even the Great Zhou Royal Family, which had always maintained good relations with the Sword Demon Sect, would be no exception.

The Sword Demon Sect was a juicy piece of meat. If you didn’t eat it, others would rush over to devour every last scrap and grow stronger. This was the naked, unforgiving Law of the Great Zhou Demon Country: the weak are prey for the strong.

A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Purple Mountain Demon Sect Master. "Shangguan Biyao," he said flatly, "your Direct Disciple, Han Feng, murdered the Sword Demon Sect Master and so many of its True Disciples for no reason. His crimes are heinous and unforgivable. Hand him over!"

"Old ghost of Purple Mountain, you think you can force me to hand over Han Feng? Who do you think you are? I heard Old Ghost Taiyun and Poisonous Hand Old Ghost announced they were entering seclusion. You’re the one who got rid of them, aren’t you?"

"Without Old Ghost Taiyun and Poisonous Hand Old Ghost to help you, what right do you have to speak to me like that?"

A cold light flickered in Shangguan Biyao’s beautiful eyes as she gave a contemptuous smile.

The Purple Mountain Demon Sect had ranked second among the Four Great Demon Sects because it possessed four Martial Saints. But two of them had suddenly and mysteriously disappeared. Now, its top-tier combat strength was far inferior to that of the Bi Yao Demon Sect.

The Purple Mountain Demon Sect Master was so furious that his eyes glowed with a faint purple light. He fell silent.

"Justice will prevail! Your Bi Yao Demon Sect can’t blot out the sky with one hand! I support the Purple Mountain Demon Sect Master’s proposal!"

A tall, powerfully built man strode into the hall. He was dressed in black robes embroidered with a black dragon. He came to a stop beside the Purple Mountain Demon Sect Master, and his gaze swept over Shu Feng, a bone-chilling killing intent flashing in his eyes.

A cold light flashed in Shangguan Biyao’s eyes. "Demon Dragon, one of the Twelve Giant Demons. What right do you have to be here?"

"Half a month ago, I joined the Purple Mountain Demon Sect. I am now one of its Supreme Elders!"

Demon Dragon smiled faintly, and the terrifying aura of a Martial Saint Level expert began to emanate from his body.

’He finally took that step!’

’A Martial Saint! Demon Dragon finally took that step and advanced to become a Martial Saint!’

...

A flurry of complicated gazes landed on Demon Dragon. In the eyes of the True Disciples from the various major demon sects, a look of envy and jealousy flashed.

Demon Dragon was born into a wealthy family in the Great Zhou Demon Country. He loved martial arts from a young age, but unfortunately, his Talent was too poor. He had tried to pass the Entry Level tests for the Five Great Demon Sects but was rejected by them all. After chancing upon the inheritance of a Great Power from an Ancient Demon Sect, he formed the Twelve Giant Demons and went on a rampage of burning, killing, and looting everywhere, fighting for resources. He was a man of countless crimes, his evil overflowing.

The experts of the Five Great Demon Sects had once hunted down the Twelve Giant Demons, chasing Demon Dragon until he fled, scared out of his wits.

But now, Demon Dragon had actually broken through and advanced to become a Martial Saint. With a single leap, he had become a Supreme Elder of the Purple Mountain Demon Sect, his status now far surpassing the True Disciples from the Five Great Demon Sects who had once hunted him. It was only natural that they were filled with envy and jealousy.

The Profound Demon Sect Master spoke up. "Demon Dragon is right. Justice will prevail. Shangguan Biyao, Han Feng’s crimes are truly heinous. Please, hand him over. If you do, we can pretend this entire incident never happened."

"Such pretty words!" Shangguan Biyao sneered. "You’re all just afraid. You see that my Han Feng’s Talent is Extraordinary, his cultivation speed is astonishing, and you worry that if he’s allowed to mature, my Bi Yao Demon Sect will become the sole, dominant power."

A cold light flashed in Shangguan Biyao’s eyes as she turned to the Emperor of the Great Zhou Demon Country and the Thousand Gu Demon Sect Master. "Emperor. Old ghost Gu Chou," she said coldly. "What are your intentions?"

The decision of the Emperor of the Great Zhou Demon Country and the Thousand Gu Demon Sect Master was crucial. If they sided with the Bi Yao Demon Sect, then the Profound Demon Sect and the Purple Mountain Demon Sect would be of no concern.

The Emperor’s decision was the most critical of all. He was, after all, the Emperor of the Great Zhou Demon Country. The Great Zhou Royal Family had experts as numerous as the clouds; publicly, they had five Martial Saint Level experts. No one knew how many more Martial Saint masters were hidden within the Great Zhou Demon Country.

Furthermore, within the Great Zhou Royal Family’s Imperial Army, Flying Tiger Army, and Greedy Wolf Army—the Three Great Iron Armies—experts were as numerous as the clouds, and they were capable of surrounding and killing a Martial Saint.

In the entire Black Tortoise Realm, only Wei Tuxian, the number one under heaven, could single-handedly fight his way into the Demon Kingdom Imperial Palace as if strolling through an empty courtyard.

The Emperor of the Great Zhou Demon Country clasped his hands behind his back and said flatly, "This Han Feng’s cultivation speed is far too abnormal. It’s highly likely he is the reincarnation of a Void Demon Great Power. He should be captured and interrogated thoroughly. If he is truly innocent, it won’t be too late to release him then."

A burly swordsman with an indifferent gaze, a severed arm, and a full head of blood-red hair.

A beautiful woman walked out from the side and came to stand by the Emperor of the Great Zhou Demon Country. She wore a vibrant red dress, her lips were painted a matching shade, and she had the face of a sixteen-year-old girl, yet her hair was completely white. She was smiling.

Shangguan Biyao’s gaze turned icy. "Blood Swordsman. Heart-Eating Granny!" she said coldly. "Emperor, you’ve even recruited beasts like them."

The cultivation technique the Blood Swordsman practiced was the Slaughter Spirit Blood Demon Technique, a Demon Technique that required constant killing to advance. To cultivate this technique, the Blood Swordsman once slaughtered ten thousand people in a single massacre.

In the end, the Sword Demon had intervened, fighting the Blood Swordsman and severing one of his arms.

The Heart-Eating Granny was another terrifying fiend. She cultivated the Heart-Eating Demon Technique and had a penchant for eating the hearts of the living. Once, a True Disciple from the Bi Yao Demon Sect had offended her, and she had ripped out his heart while he was still alive and devoured it in a single bite.

Shangguan Biyao had personally hunted the Heart-Eating Granny for a thousand li, gravely wounding her, but the granny had managed a lucky escape. And now, the Heart-Eating Granny had appeared at the side of His Majesty the Emperor, which clearly meant she had thrown in her lot with the Great Zhou Demon Country.

A bone-chilling killing intent flashed in the Heart-Eating Granny’s eyes. She licked her lips and ground her teeth. "Shangguan Biyao, we meet again! For all these years, not a moment has gone by that I haven’t thought about you, my dear old friend!"

The Profound Demon Sect Master said flatly, "Old ghost Gu Chou, what is your opinion?"

Gu Chou smiled faintly. "Me? My opinion is, naturally, the same as everyone else’s."

The Profound Demon Sect Master smiled faintly. "Shangguan Biyao, hand over Han Feng. Otherwise, the only path for your Bi Yao Demon Sect today is death. For the sake of our past relationship, if you hand over Han Feng, we can let this all end here."

Shangguan Biyao looked at the various sect masters. A flash of anger crossed her beautiful eyes, and she clenched her jaw, her expression shifting several times.