Chapter 1475: Regaining Control of the Mangshan Demon Palace

Diewumeng, the Butterfly King, sized up the man before her; the aura of the Mangshan Snake King still lingered, though faint.

It was the aura this body carried, or rather, the body itself was that of the Mangshan Snake King, yet another soul had taken its place.

The Mangshan Demon Emperor has revived once more; this demon did not die.

It had been hiding inside the Mangshan Demon King's body, lying dormant, waiting for an opportunity; he indeed left a backup, and he even succeeded in replacing the Mangshan Snake King's body. At this moment, the three demon kings cursed the Mangshan Snake King in their hearts for not finishing the job, giving him a chance to face them again.

They would rather face the Mangshan Snake King, at least they could resist him, even catch up and surpass him, but the pressure emanating from this person left them unable to… contend; bloodline suppression is extremely direct.

"He really is still alive; although his strength and cultivation are not as formidable as before, this body of his is… vigorous. From the start, he set his sights on the Mangshan Snake King's body, always wanting to replace him."

"That foolish Mangshan Snake King gave him the chance, allowing him to successfully seize his body, and moreover, he used that body to regain new life."

The demon emperor before them now is even more terrifying, his threat greater.

Previously, the Mangshan Demon Emperor was frail, on the verge of death at any moment, his wounds unable to heal; this demon emperor before them is full of vitality and vigor, possessing far more possibilities, and their previous plans have consequently failed.

Waiting for his death would still have been doable, but now this plan may not be feasible.

Diewumeng turned her head, meeting the gazes of the Bee King and the Black Tiger; in that instant, the three shared the same thought—they were unwilling, yet they dared not act rashly or make further moves.

"Demon Emperor, Your Majesty has returned?" the Black Tiger said obsequiously, probing the demon emperor before him; once he realized he could not match him in strength, he would refrain from acting, for the wise know when to yield, and he did not wish to stubbornly resist; he would lower his head when the time came.

"Black Tiger, do you not want this emperor to return?" the Mangshan Demon Emperor asked, narrowing his eyes.

That gaze, that tone, that manner—identical.

Black Tiger felt a chill inside: "It's him, it's him, indeed it's him, not that foolish Mangshan Snake King; he truly is the Demon Emperor."

On the surface, he squeezed out a smile and flattered: "Demon Emperor, Your Majesty, we subordinates have long awaited your return; without the Demon Emperor, the Mangshan Demon Palace lost its backbone, and everyone wants to deal with us, we suffer greatly; now that Your Majesty has returned, we can finally relax."

"Is that so? Bee King."

The Bee King inwardly cursed the Black Tiger's ancestors eighteen generations over, wishing to stab him with a needle and poison him to death.

He had done his best to avoid all this trouble, never expecting the Black Tiger to directly call him out—wasn't that just asking for trouble?

Yet he could not avoid answering; he had confirmed the figure above, and indeed it was the Demon Emperor.

"Demon Emperor, you have returned; we now have a backbone and no longer need to fear humanity's targeting."

"The Mu Long clan is utterly despicable, taking advantage of Your Majesty's absence to openly invade our Mangshan Mountain Range; fortunately, the Mountain Mang awoke in time and joined us in repelling the Mu Long clan's invasion."

"Now, the Demon Emperor has regained control of the Mangshan Demon Palace; it is an honor for us, and an honor for all demon beasts of the Mangshan Mountain Range."

Compared to the Black Tiger, the Bee King is even more obsequious, even more fawning.

He is a clever man; otherwise, how could he have survived to this day?

Diewumeng inwardly despised these two men—great demon kings, yet… they have become two sycophants.

To stay alive, not lose face.

"These two are utterly unreliable." Diewumeng smirked inwardly, knowing they would surely act this way; scanning the area, she noticed one person missing—Dharma Protector Bai Xinlan had not appeared; was it because she did not come, or because the Demon Emperor had not notified her?

If the latter, then does the Demon Emperor not intend to act against the Luotian White Snake Clan? Just as before, once the Luotian White Snake Clan shows a rising trend, he will mercilessly suppress them.

Is this time no exception?

"Diewumeng, you seem dissatisfied with this emperor?" the Mangshan Demon Emperor smiled faintly, calling out Diewumeng.

Diewumeng's body trembled; she clasped her hands and said: "Never, Demon Emperor's return to the Mangshan Demon Palace is our honor; we naturally welcome the Demon Emperor's return."

"Personally, I have no objections; Demon Emperor, wherever you command us to strike, we dare not defy."

The Mangshan Demon Emperor then nodded in satisfaction, smiling at the three: "You are clever people; this time I return to take control of the Mangshan Demon Palace; do you have any opinions?"

The three all shook their heads; at such a moment, nobody wants to be the first to stand out.

It would get them killed.

Offending the Demon Emperor is not something they can do.

"Since there are no objections, you three must immediately begin gathering forces, head to the Luotian White Snake Clan, surround the Luotian White Snake Clan; without the Demon Emperor's order, no one is permitted to leave."

"Do you three have any objections?"

This final question is their ultimatum.

If you have objections, you may raise them now; otherwise…

Diewumeng and the others felt a chill inside; indeed, the Demon Emperor needs blood food, needs to kill, needs to establish authority.

The demon beasts under their command cannot enter the Demon Emperor's sight; without the Luotian White Snake Clan's people being palatable, he naturally wants to feast on more delicious flesh.

As a demon emperor, his palate must be refined; he must eat higher-grade fare.

Ordinary goods cannot make him open his mouth.

"None."

"We have none."

"We will carry it out immediately."

The three immediately withdrew from the palace, daring not to be perfunctory, nor to voice any objections.

After leaving the palace, the three exchanged glances once more; eye contact conveyed their mutual understanding at this moment—words could not be spoken, nor could demon souls communicate.

A single glance, and they understood each other's hearts.

Luotian White Snake Clan.

Bai Xinlan received three messages, all warning her to be careful and to prepare in advance.

Bai Xinlan immediately summoned Bai Meng, ordering her to stand guard.

The Luotian White Snake Clan entered the highest state of alert; none could approach, and anyone who came was considered an enemy.

Holy Maiden Bai Meng and the others had already been waiting outside, awaiting Bai Xinlan's orders.

Half an hour later.

A horde of demon beasts surged forward, encircling the Luotian White Snake Clan; the surrounding formations slaughtered many demon beasts, but the beasts paid no heed; leading the charge were the three demon kings, who raised their hands, causing all demon beasts to halt their advance.

Bai Xinlan stepped forward, staring directly at the three demon kings; her gaze did not fall on them, but on the figure approaching from behind—a familiar yet unfamiliar silhouette, the Mangshan Demon Emperor walking over; along the way, demon beasts made way for him, daring not to block the Demon Emperor's path.

Those demon beasts knelt down one after another, none daring to lift their heads.

Mangshan Demon Emperor walked forward, looking at the Luotian White Snake Clan before him, revealing a meaningful smile.