Throne of Gods: Divine thunder descends, and the Qilin descends upon the world!

Chapter 72 Demon Emperor: This wave, this wave I'm on the fifth floor!
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Upon hearing the Demon Emperor's words, Yuehui's face instantly turned pale.

This move was ruthless—using the survival of the entire Zhennanguan Pass as leverage to force them to show themselves.

"His Majesty the Demon Emperor's personal visit to Zhennan Pass truly brings honor to our humble abode."

Ling Xiao struggled to stay suspended in the air, with three Emperor-level Demon Hunter teams and powerful figures from the six Holy Temples behind him.

But everyone's expression was extremely solemn, and fine beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

Facing the current Demon God Emperor, even gathering all the strongmen of Zhennan Pass would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

"You are the current priest and temple master?" Feng Xiu's voice was calm and undisturbed.

“Exactly,” Ling Xiao replied in a deep voice.

"My conditions are very clear." Feng Xiu glanced indifferently at everyone. "Destroying you humans is nothing more than a matter of lifting a finger for me."

"You are nothing but livestock that I raise."

"Do as I say, and perhaps I will show mercy and spare this city."

These words turned all the powerful humans pale, their fists clenched so tightly they cracked, yet none dared to make a move.

"I am giving you only ten breaths. If you do not hand over the murderer, Zhennan Pass will be utterly destroyed!"

Feng Xiu's voice remained calm, yet it carried an irresistible pressure, like the pronouncement of death.

"ten"

The moment the countdown began, the air in the entire Zhennanguan seemed to freeze.

“Moonlight.” Cai’er’s hand gripped Moonlight’s sleeve tightly, her slender knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Long Haochen and the others rushed over, just in time to hear the Demon Emperor's cold countdown.

"Commander, we..." Chen Ying'er's voice trembled, and her petite body shook uncontrollably.

"Nine"

The quiet countdown echoed like a death knell in everyone's hearts. People in the city collapsed to the ground, their desperate sobs rising and falling.

"Eight"

Feng Xiu's gaze suddenly passed over the moonlight and fixed on Long Haochen. A hint of surprise flashed in those blue eyes that seemed to hold the starry sky.

(That is.)

Just then, a soft laugh broke the heavy atmosphere: "Your Majesty has quite the refined taste. However, you should probably think twice before trying to destroy my Zhennan Pass."

As soon as the aged yet composed voice fell, six dazzling pillars of light suddenly shot into the sky in front of the city—two golden rays like the blazing sun, one blue-purple like the starry sky, and milky white holy light intertwined with blue-red radiance.

Although not as overwhelmingly powerful as the Demon God Pillar, the terrifying pressure that enveloped the entire city instantly dissipated the moment these six beams of light intertwined.

"call--"

The entire town of Zhennanguan was filled with the sound of panting, as if a drowning person had finally surfaced.

The defenders staggered to their feet, bracing themselves against their weapons, and found their backs already soaked in cold sweat.

Unbeknownst to them, six figures had quietly appeared beneath the walls of Zhennan Pass.

At this moment, they are slowly rising into the sky, bathed in various colors of light, facing the Demon Emperor from afar.

A shadow crossed Fengxiu's eyes, but she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

(These old fogies really are always with me.)

(Unfortunately, I was on the fifth floor this time!)
"You old fogies, do you really think I wouldn't dare to kill you?" Feng Xiu said coldly. The old voice from before rang out again: "Your Majesty is joking. As the strongest person in the world, what is there that you wouldn't dare to do? It's just that in front of you, we old bones really don't deserve to be called 'old guys'."

The six of them had already ascended to the top of the city wall, and the light barrier they had jointly constructed completely isolated the Demon Emperor's oppressive aura.

Only now were Yuehui and the others able to see their true faces.

Six figures stood in mid-air, the leading knight completely shrouded in orange heavy armor, his face even covered by a helmet.

He held a giant orange shield in his left hand and a massive sword that radiated the light of the rising sun in his right, while the fifty-meter-long red dragon beneath him spewed scorching dragon breath.

Beside him stood a warrior clad in blue-purple armor, his left hand wielding a blood-red giant axe that gleamed coldly, while his right hand held a blue-purple heavy hammer that hung silently.

On the other side of the knight floated an elusive black shadow, like the purest night coalescing into a human form, even swallowing up the light.

Among the three powerful women at the rear, the one in the center wore a pure white holy robe embroidered with a golden twelve-winged angel, her attire as noble as that of the Pope.

The woman in the golden robe on the left was surrounded by rich light elements, illuminating the entire city gate as if it were daytime.

Behind the woman in blue robes on the right, a dark blue portal floats, and dimensional portals of varying sizes flash around her.

"You are the fallen demon gods?! You're still alive!" Ling Xiao stared wide-eyed at the six people in the air in disbelief.

The blue-robed psychic chuckled upon hearing this, then turned to look at Ling Xiao: "Young man, if we were to die, how could His Majesty the Demon Emperor remain so docile?"

Feng Xiu snorted coldly: "Are you all determined to oppose me today?"

The lead orange-armored knight calmly replied, "We naturally do not wish to wage war against His Majesty, after all, we are not entirely confident that we can capture him."

“But Your Majesty should understand,” he changed the subject, “that we have at least a 20% chance of dying together with Your Majesty, and a 30% chance of severely injuring Your Majesty. If Your Majesty insists on destroying Zhennan Pass, our human race’s millennia-old foundation makes us willing to start a holy war with the demon race!”

Feng Xiu's handsome face shifted between light and shadow, and after a moment his lips moved slightly, transmitting his voice in secret.

Upon hearing this, all six of them showed surprise.

"I knew His Majesty wouldn't go to such lengths for a mere fifty-two demon gods," the knight leader laughed loudly. "We, on behalf of the Holy Alliance, agree to His Majesty's conditions."

The people in the city looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Are we alright now?" Lu Xi swallowed hard.

Long Haochen nodded: "It seems that the seniors have reached an agreement with the Demon God Emperor."

Yuehui, however, looked at the two parties who had reached an agreement with a strange expression, thinking to herself:

(Ha, they say beautiful women are good at deceiving, and this Demon Emperor certainly demonstrates it perfectly!)

(That old fox Fengxiu, he's probably just using this as an excuse, but actually after a spot in Dream Paradise, isn't he?)
"Now that the deal is done, Your Majesty, please take your leave," the orange-armored knight said in a deep voice.

Feng Xiu nodded slightly, then suddenly revealed a wicked smile: "I'm just curious, how much longer can you six old bones live?"

"No need for Your Majesty to trouble yourself." The knight's greatsword trembled slightly. "However, Your Majesty must be careful. In the past three hundred years, my Demon God's Fall has slain thirty-nine Demon Gods. If Your Majesty could be the fortieth, I would have no regrets in this life."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xiu chuckled softly: "To be honest, I'd rather you all die." He elegantly adjusted his cuffs. "Wouldn't this world be rather dull without even a worthy opponent?"

"By the way, let me tell you—" the Demon Emperor's gaze suddenly flashed like lightning, "your so-called chance of mutual destruction is actually less than five percent."

"Because," he suddenly exuded a pressure that distorted space, "I am the third Demon God Emperor in the history of the Demon Race to break through one million spiritual power, and also the youngest."

"The realm after reaching a million spiritual power." Feng Xiu's gaze swept meaningfully over Yuehui and his group, "far beyond your comprehension."

"Goodbye."

With that whispered remark, the sinister figure merged into the pillar of dark gold light.

Only his final, meaningful smile remains etched in everyone's mind like a brand.

(End of this chapter)