I was born a god, the son of the Demon Lord.

The room was completely silent.

You could hear a pin drop in the lobby.

The people in the front row are now as white as paper. In front of the Demon General, they spread rumors that their superior was having a baby. What do you mean by having a death wish?

Tang Shu's legs trembled so badly that he couldn't even hold onto the folding fan he was using as a prop, and it fell to the ground with a thud onto the wooden board.

Who doesn't know that the four Demon Generals of the Demon Clan are all living Yama kings who crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood?

"M-My lord!" Tang Shu's knees buckled, and he collapsed to the floor with a thud. He raised his hand and slapped himself across the face, the crisp sound of the slap echoing throughout the hall.

"I spoke recklessly! It was all nonsense! Please spare me, Your Honor!"

He slapped himself while crying and shouting, "It's all just rumors circulating outside! I was blinded by greed and used it to grab attention! My foul mouth deserves a beating!"

The private rooms are located on the third floor.

Shen Jiuyuan stared at the trembling ants downstairs, his killing intent almost solidifying in his eyes.

He wished he could immediately overturn this restaurant and raze the entire city to the ground. If even a little bit of what happened today got out, would he, the Demon Lord, still have any face left?

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Xu Nanyi next to him, crunching on a melon.

The little girl's cheeks were chubby, and she blinked her big eyes at him, her expression clearly saying, "Daddy is so awesome."

Shen Jiuyuan's burning anger was stuck in his throat.

He frantically chanted in his mind, "Calm down, you are a loving father, you can't kill innocent people in front of your daughter."

The killing intent lessened slightly, but some fearless individuals below boldly looked up at the third floor: "Senior Shen, is that rumor true? After all, such a heaven-defying event wouldn't be fabricated without some basis."

The air pressure drifting down from upstairs dropped to freezing point.

Shen Jiuyuan remained silent. He was too lazy to even think of killing anyone, and simply looked down at the crowd with the gaze one would give a dead man.

The cultivator was stung by that gaze, and his knees went weak, causing him to kneel down as well.

The monk in blue robes nearby quickly jumped in to smooth things over.

"Is that even a question? It's clearly fake news! How could anyone possibly give birth to a young lord of the demon race! If such a thing were true, the Demon Realm would have been turned upside down long ago!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Another quick-witted cultivator immediately chimed in, "Didn't the Tower of Babel just issue a divine decree a few days ago, saying that demon-demon hybrids are a catastrophe for all ages? This rumor-monger saying that the Demon Lord and the Demon Emperor had a child is practically pointing fingers at the young demon lord and calling her a catastrophe!"

"Absolutely vicious!"

"It's only because Senior Shen is so magnanimous that he's here. If it were the Demon Lord himself, he would have skinned these rumor-mongers alive!"

"Our reverence for the Demon Lord is as boundless as a surging river, and we have absolutely no intention of disrespecting him!"

"The Demon Lord's cultivation is unparalleled; why would he need to have children!"

Shen Jiuyuan's knuckles turned white as he gripped the teacup.

Some demons, when powerless, are truly powerless.

The Tower of Babel, what a Tower of Babel!

If he can't uproot the Tower of Babel tonight, he's not Shen Jiuyuan!

The group downstairs, seeing that there was no more movement on the third floor, assumed that this "Senior Shen" had tacitly accepted their explanation.

Now that the crisis is over, the spirit of gossip is reignited.

They dared not continue making up stories about the Demon Lord having children, so they followed up on the previous topic and started talking about "demonic hybrids".

"Speaking of which, the oracle of the Tower of Babel has always been incredibly accurate. If a demon-hybrid were to descend upon the world, it would surely bring untold suffering to all living beings."

"That's right. The demon race is ferocious, and the monster race is bloodthirsty. If these two bloodlines are mixed together, who knows what kind of monster will be born that doesn't recognize its own family! In that case, there will definitely be a massacre, and we lowly cultivators will be the first to suffer."

"Such natural disasters should be strangled in their infancy or thrown into an alchemy furnace as soon as possible to prevent them from harming the common people."

"Yes! If I were to encounter this, I would risk my life to uphold justice!"

Click.

This time, it wasn't the chopsticks that broke, but the solid wood railing of the third-floor cubicle.

Before Shen Jiuyuan could react, a clear, childlike voice rang out throughout the entire venue.

"That's utter bullshit!"

Wu Qiyue had somehow gotten to the windowsill. The little girl, about seven or eight years old, stood with her hands on her hips, her face flushed with anger, pointing at the group of people downstairs and cursing loudly.

"My Lord of the Underworld is not some natural disaster! You bunch of ignorant fools, if you dare say another word, I'll tear your mouths apart!"

Little Stone, standing on a small stool nearby, chimed in, "That's right! That's right! Our Lord of the Underworld is the best person in the world! You're the monsters!"

People in the lobby looked in the direction of the sound and saw only two immature children, and their tense nerves completely relaxed.

The monk in blue robes scoffed, "Where did this wild girl come from? What right does a child have to interrupt when adults are talking?"

"Lord of the Underworld? They've been playing house too much. And this restaurant owner, letting in just any Tom, Dick, or Harry."

That phrase, "any cat or dog," completely snapped the strings in Wu Qiyue's mind.

She didn't care what rumors those people spread about that unfortunate Demon Lord, but daring to insult her most respected Lord You was unforgivable!

Without even saying hello, Wu Qiyue leaped into the air, her small figure like a cannonball, crashing straight into the lobby on the first floor.

boom!

She stepped on the table of the blue-robed monk who had just spoken, shattering the wooden table into pieces and splashing soup and water all over the floor.

The monk in blue robes was furious and reached out to grab her collar.

Wu Qiyue moved nimbly to the side, dodging the attack and then slashing at the opponent's wrist with a backhand chop.

Seeing the situation spiraling out of control, Xu Yuan frowned slightly, and Shen Jiuyuan also prepared to get up and rescue the person.

Snapped!

A crimson whip tore through the air, arriving first despite being delayed.

The whip flashed like a serpent emerging from its hole, precisely ensnaring the fist of the blue-robed cultivator that was about to strike Wu Qiyue.

Xu Nanyi stood on the third-floor corridor, holding the whip handle in her hand, looking down at the entire scene. Her face was no longer as soft and sweet as when she was eating melon, but instead it was cold and stern.

That's enough.

The child's voice, though soft, reached everyone's ears clearly.

The monk in blue robes struggled twice to free his arms, but failed. He looked up and glared at the little girl on the third floor, feeling extremely annoyed.

"And who are you? Whose kid is so nosy? Get your parents out here right now! Do you think this is a daycare?! If you don't let go, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Xu Nanyi only felt that this ant was noisy and an eyesore. The bloodline of the Divine Phoenix lineage was naturally engraved with an arrogant spirit that looked down on all living beings.

Anyone who dares to provoke the emperor will pay the price.

The pressure of the Nascent Soul Realm erupted from the child's body.

There were no strong winds, no unusual phenomena.

There is only one tyrannical, irresistible, absolute power.

Click!Click!Click!

The wooden legs of hundreds of tables and chairs in the lobby were all broken.

Amidst the flying sawdust, everyone present, from the Qi Refining stage servant to the Nascent Soul stage female cultivator, felt as if a towering mountain was pressing down on their backs.

The kneecaps emitted mournful cries of unbearable strain.

thump!

thump!

Hundreds of people in the audience uncontrollably slammed their knees to the ground, creating countless dents in the wooden floor.

The monk in blue robes was covered in sweat. He gritted his teeth and tried desperately to stand up, but he couldn't even move a finger. Fear finally spread throughout his body.

This isn't a child! This is the oppressive aura of a Nascent Soul stage expert! How could there be a Nascent Soul stage powerhouse in this dilapidated city!

Xu Nanyi retracted the soft whip, her crimson-gold eyes reflecting the sea of ​​black heads below.

"I say, kneel down."