Yun Yuqing had already felt that something was off before. Even though this Ah Zu was similar in every other way, she'd just felt a sense of estrangement from him somehow. She'd even secretly asked Pei Mianman, who had only told her not to worry. But her worries had ended up becoming a reality! This Ah Zu was actually an imposter!
Jiang Luofu also seemed to have suddenly realized something.
No wonder this Ah Zu was so easily schemed against! This isnât like his usual self at all.
Then who is this fake Ah Zu?
Fortunately, due to all the monstersâ monitoring, she hadnât been taken advantage of by this imposter at all. But now the problem was, where had the real Ah Zu gone?
The women looked toward the âLord of Slaughterâ, almost as if by instinct.
The âLord of Slaughterâ secretly broke out into a cold sweat.
These women's intuition is too strong. They donât even need any proof and are able to find the right person purely through instinct!
He was worried about them giving his identity away. With a light cough, he said to the Monster Lord, âSo thatâs why you were no longer scared at all once you confirmed that he wasnât the regent. You were that scared of him?â
The Monster Lord harrumphed. âMe, scared of him? What a joke! Itâs merely a necessary precaution against the one who holds the worldâs authority.â
âAnd you donât seem to be scared of me?â the âLord of Slaughterâ asked, staring at him coldly.
The Monster Lord laughed and said, âLord of Slaughter, your era has long since passed. If we were in the Monster World and you still had the world's authority, I might have had to be a bit more careful, but we are in the Cultivation World. Furthermore, the Monster World is almost completely destroyed, so just that amount of world source cannot offer you much help at all.â
He couldn't help but shake his head when he recalled that green law beacon that looked as if it could be extinguished at a momentâs notice. He said, âIâll give you a choice. If you help me kill this worldâs regent, I can spare your daughter. If you do that, I might even bring you with me to that sealed spacetime fragment.â
Salamay quickly exclaimed, âFather, donât believe him! He already has the Nature Jade Plate and knows the method for the blood sacrifice. If you leave, he'll immediately activate the spacetime fragment.â
The Monster Lord clicked his tongue. âLook at how much your daughter is thinking for your sake. Do you know how busy she has been in these thousands of years, all for the sake of saving you? Where would you find a daughter this obedient? Can you really bring yourself to not save her? Wouldnât you be disappointing everyone then?â
Mojard and the other monsters all looked at the âLord of Slaughterâ before exclaiming, âMy lord!â
They were the Lord of Slaughterâs old subordinates in name, but they had already become attached to the first miss after following her through life and death situations over the years. How could they bear to just see her die like this?
The âLord of Slaughterâ said seriously, âHmph, you should also know that this world is quite special. That regent already holds the worldâs authority, so killing him in this world is impossible. If we work together, though, there might still be a chance.â
The Monster Lord shook his finger. âNo no no, we wouldn't be able to kill him even if we fought together in this world. Of course, it wouldnât be that easy for him to defeat us either. However, since I offended the late lord so badly in the past, I wouldnât dare to cooperate with you. Who knows if you'd form an alliance with the regent to kill me instead?â
âThen in that case, what is the meaning of sending me to kill that regent all on my own?!â the âLord of Slaughterâ replied with feigned anger.
âOld thing, do you really need me to say it that directly?â The Monster Lord smiled sinisterly. âI just feel as if the regent is hiding somewhere and observing me, and yet I cannot find him. I need you to help me hold him up to prevent him from suddenly disturbing my great mission in that spacetime fragment, of course.â
âYou planned to open that spacetime fragment all on your own, as expected.â The âLord of Slaughterâ looked at him coldly, his eyes filled with killing intent.
The Monster Lord sighed. âOld thing, even after thousands of years have already passed, you are still so naive in that aspect. You still interpret my words in such a straightforward manner. Wouldnât it be great for everyone if you had just tacitly accepted that reason?â He paused for a moment before saying, âHow about this? Once I obtain the World Law Beacon from that spacetime fragment, Iâll give you a piece of this world so youâll still be a ruler. This should be enough sincerity, right?â
The âLord of Slaughterâ sneered. âYouâre trying to fool me again. A narrow bed cannot be shared with another!â The moment he finished his sentence, he attacked the Monster Lord. The power he released was so great that the other powerful monsters found it h/ard to even breathe.
The Monster Lordâs expression changed. He'd thought that he could toy with this old thingâs mind just like before, but why wasnât the Lord of Slaughter acting as expected now?
Does he really not care about his daughterâs life at all?
The Monster Lord thought to himself while making evasive movements. At the same time, he moved Salamay in front of him as a shield against the other partyâs attacks. He understood the Lord of Slaughterâs strength well. Even after being sealed for thousands of years, the latter was still on par with him. If they really fought, it would be difficult to decide a victor.
Still, he had the Lord of Slaughter's daughter in his hands right now. The Lord of Slaughter was known for how much he doted on his daughter, who had gone through so much to save him, no less. If they really fought, then he would have a large advantage.
And yet, he was soon confused as to why the Lord of Slaughter still dared to attack. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, because he saw that the latter didnât care about Salamay at all and continued to attack. If this continued, Salamay would die on the spot. If he kept hiding behind her, he would be seriously injured.
He was starting to wonder if the Lord of Slaughter was doing this to force him to let go, but he didnât dare to take the gamble and risk his own safety. In his opinion, no oneâs life would compare to his own, not even if it was his own daughter whose life was in danger.
That was why he decisively threw Salamay at the Lord of Slaughter to buy some time. He thus freed up his hands to face his opponent. However, he made sure to inflict some restrictions on Salamay before letting her go. He knew there was no way the Lord of Slaughter wouldnât be able to see that. If the Lord of Slaughter ignored that, at Salamayâs level of cultivation, even if she didnât die, she would be seriously injured.
As long as this strategy worked, the Monster Lord figured he could use the chance to regain the initiative and even retaliate. However, his eyes soon widened. The Lord of Slaughter didnât catch his daughter as expected, and instead continued to attack without even giving Salamay a second glance.
The Monster Lord was shocked and furious. One careless move, and the entire game really could be lost. He had never expected the Lord of Slaughter to actually be this decisive! Out of helplessness, he could only focus completely on defense. He was immediately left at a disadvantage.
Meanwhile, Salamay, whom no one had paid attention to, was flung toward a nearby wall. She crashed into the statues of the Demon Deity's family, smashing several of them. The material they were made of was definitely extremely precious and sturdy, enough to resist the corrosion of time; even so, they were still smashed to pieces, scattering all over the ground.
Salamay, whose body was still mere flesh, continuously coughed out mouthfuls of blood. She felt pain course through her entire body. The Monster Lordâs attack was too powerful. She knew dozens of her bones were probably broken. Her once rosy complexion was now completely pale, and the amount of air that entered her lungs fell far short of the amount that left her mouth.
âFirst miss!â The subordinates nearby were greatly shocked. They all rushed over to support her.
The seriously injured Mojard even tried to crawl over on all fours. He quickly took out treatment medicine to give her. âFirst miss, hurry and take this medicine.â
Salamay didnât even give the medicine that was brought to her lips a look. On the contrary, she looked at the two individuals who were fighting fiercely in the distance with a dejected expression. Frigid winds roared throughout the temple, but the cold air still couldn't compare to the chill she felt inside.
Boom!
A huge hole was blasted open in a corner of the temple by a casual strike from the two combatants. But in Salamayâs ears, the sound wasnât as ear-splitting as the sound of something breaking in her heart.
The activity in the palace quickly alerted the Demon raceâs people. However, a powerful pressure made it hard for them to even breathe before they even got close.
The Monster Lord was worried that the sacrifices would be damaged, and the âLord of Slaughterâ was also worried about hurting Pei Mianman and the others. The two tacitly agreed to bring their fight outside the palace, upon which they flew into the clouds.
When they saw the roiling black clouds that appeared in the sky and the terrifying pressure that persisted, many Demon race members kneeled down. âThe Demon Deity has shown us a sign; he has appeared!â
If not the Demon Deity, who else could have such divine power?
Just then, a furious roar echoed through the skies. âYou arenât the Lord of Slaughter. Who are you?!â