Fighter of the Destiny

Jun is a word and a surname, but more often it is a title.

The middle one among the masters of Heaven and Earth.

The young man wearing the hat is a demon and calls himself me, so his identity is very clear.

He is the devil.

There was silence in the stone palace, and no sound was heard.

In fact, a thunder exploded in everyone's heart.

The power of that thunder was so terrifying that it shook the entire imperial city into silence and the pear blossoms on the trees did not dare to fall.

Except for the lonely figure of the demon young man, there was still no one on the observation deck, which was very deserted, but there was already a commotion elsewhere.

Demon guards can be seen running fast everywhere in the imperial city.

Flag orders for cavalry mobilization can be seen everywhere outside the imperial city.

Soon the imperial city was surrounded.

The ban on both sides of the Red River was quietly opened.

Even those who are powerful in the sacred realm find it difficult to leave.

Why is the young demon king still so calm?

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The atmosphere in the stone palace was extremely depressing, but there were many sparks dancing wildly in the depths of the consciousness of the demon clan bigwigs.

Their eyes fell on the highest point in front of the temple.

Until now, Mrs. Mu remained silent.

The noble clan leader's eyes slowly narrowed, like the golden willow that can occasionally be seen in the upper reaches of the Red River, more like the famous Xiandao in the southern part of the Demon Realm.

The true identity of the demon young man really shocked him, but what he was most concerned about was the movement in the palace.

Mrs. Mu's silence was expected, but why was the leader of the Xiang Clan so silent?

Is that really possible? That was really worse than the worst situation he and Xiaode thought!

At this time, a demon general stood up and shouted sternly: "Empress, please allow me to kill this enemy!"

With these words, the silence in the stone palace was broken, the oppressive atmosphere was torn apart, and those dancing sparks gradually turned into real wildfires.

More ministers, generals and clan chiefs stood up and shouted angrily at the Queen who was sitting at the top.

"kill him!"

"Empress, kill him!"

The angry voice echoed in the empty stone hall, then spread to the observation deck, and then to further places.

The entire imperial city should have heard these words.

The nine heavenly trees deep in the mountains released an even stronger aura of heavenly fire. I wonder if it represented the anger of the demon clan’s ancestral spirit.

Mrs. Mu still sat quietly at the top and did not respond.

It was the Demon King himself who answered these words.

Listening to the ever-increasing shouts of killing coming from the palace, his expression remained calm and his voice did not fluctuate at all.

"Why do you want to kill me? Because of my identity? Or because of the hatred between the two tribes a thousand years ago? The hatred a thousand years ago was due to the abuse and so-called humiliation of the demon tribe by the gods, but what does that have to do with me? I was still very young and hadn’t been born yet, so these debts could never fall on me.”

The shouts of killing in the stone palace gradually disappeared, and then came the angry scolding of a certain demon general.

A smile with somewhat complicated emotions appeared on the demon king's pale face. It was unclear whether it was mocking or self-deprecating.

"Yes, it is my father who tortures you, humiliates you, and slaughters you. It is not wrong to say that the father pays his debts to the son, but you seem to have forgotten one thing. My father, whom you hate the most, is the one who was killed. I killed it with my own hands, in this sense, shouldn’t you thank me?”

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The atmosphere in the stone hall became oppressive again, like the gloomy light.

Except for a few people such as Xiao De and Jin Yulu who did not show up due to some reasons, all the big figures from the demon clan were present.

They can decide everything about the demon clan.

But what they have to do today will be one of the most important decisions in the history of the Yaozu.

So they were very nervous, and even some clan leaders and ministers felt endless confusion and fear.

In the silent stone palace, no one spoke for a long time, only the mysterious breathing and the heavy breathing could be heard.

The scent of mountain berries and locust candles was replaced by the stench of fur and sweat.

The locust candles gradually extinguished, and the lights on the stone wall were not lit. Only the night pearls exuded a faint luster, illuminating countless uncertain faces.

Mrs. Mu loomed in the dim light, as deep as the night.

The leader of the Xiang Clan is still silent, as blurry as the night mountain.

In the air in the stone hall, a piece of paper about several feet wide was floating, looking like a belt.

This is the thin booklet that the Demon Lord sent over just now.

Countless eyes fell on it, and then the sound of breathing became heavier.

That means nervousness, excitement, ambition, and greed.

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The Demon King is very young, and his words and deeds are not sophisticated, but he has a very special persuasive power.

Regardless of whether the big figures of the demon clan believe it or not, they must admit that at the beginning of this conversation, the other party was quite candid.

Of course, it can be said that the hatred between the demon clan and the demon clan is as deep as the sea, but when it comes to the tragic past of being humiliated and massacred, it is already a story thousands of years ago.

In today's imperial city, no one has personally experienced that period. Although the hatred continues, it does not mean that it can never be eliminated.

Even if it cannot be eliminated, it does not have much to do with this young demon lord.

So, is it possible to put hatred aside for the time being and consider some more important things?

Such as profit and safety?

The conditions given by the demons were too good.

The benefits that the demon clan can gain are too great.

This has exceeded everyone's imagination.

Even the most irritable clan leaders and the demon generals who hated the demons the most had to remain silent in the face of the conditions given by the demons.

This does not mean that they are willing to agree to the conditions of the demons, but they are still looking for better ways to deal with it.

It is also difficult to question the sincerity of the demon clan.

Because the Demon Lord came to Baidi City in person, and he was alone.

This means that he could die here at any time.

In such a situation, no one can say anything.

What's more important is that it is now very obvious that the Empress knew about this whole thing in advance, and may even have arranged it by herself.

More and more eyes left the picture of the Demonic Snowfield and fell on Mrs. Mu again.

It was only at this moment that the Heavenly Selection Ceremony revealed its true face, or rather its purpose.

It was originally rumored that Mrs. Mu was planning to marry His Highness Luoluo to the second prince of Daxizhou, but it turned out to be a cover-up.

From the beginning, Mrs. Mu was planning to marry His Highness Luoluo to the young demon king outside the palace.

The purpose of the royal marriage between the two clans is naturally to form an alliance between the two clans.

Of course, such a big event must be hidden from the human race before it succeeds, which is why so many things happen.

But...does His Majesty think so too?

But... those are demons!

Do we really want to forget the hatred of the past and the blood shed by the tribal warriors over the years?

Do we really want to abandon our human allies who have been fighting side by side for a thousand years?

Many clan leaders and demon generals cannot accept this.

Their eyes fell on the mountainous figure in front of the temple.

That was the Grand Elder of the Presbyterian Church.

In their opinion, only the oldest and most prestigious leader of the Xiang Clan can stand up and lead everyone to stop this matter.