Chapter 1826: Kunpeng Guardian Arrives, Drawing Attention

They all left, Diewumeng." Heihu was unwilling, wanted to act, but in the end chose to give up.

No other reason—acting rashly would bring him no benefit, even risk his life; having just broken through the Tribulation Realm, how could he be easily killed?

Mulong Tian, a dying man, exudes a rotting aura; his body lives, but his heart is long dead—such a person is no different from a corpse.

"Gone is gone; anyway, Mulong Tian won't live long, his heart is dead—letting him return changes nothing, he at most has a few decades left—what's a few decades of endurance to us?"

A few decades lifespan truly counts as dying; at their level, a few millennia lifespan dwarfs a few decades—nothing.

Diewumeng does not see Mulong Tian as a major threat; this time letting them leave is also a delaying tactic—what the Mangshan Demon Palace needs now is development, not battle, not conflict with other powers; the whole Cangzhou shares this view.

Whether Tian Du Men or the Dust-Choked Sect, or our Mangshan Demon Palace, the urgent task is to swiftly raise strength; previous battles lasted too long, never ceased, mutual depletion was great—now is a good chance to rest and recuperate.

As Demon Queen, Diewumeng controls the Mangshan Mountain Range, naturally thinking of its welfare; she differs from Zhangmang: Zhangmang forbids others' rise, allowing only himself as a Tribulation Realm expert; anyone with talent nearing that realm is ruthlessly erased—so they dared not reveal themselves, act rashly, or let Zhangmang know their cultivation.

Most suppressed their cultivation, hid their talent, lest Zhangmang discover; upon his death, their cultivation surged, unrestrained, naturally seeking rapid strength gain; after Diewumeng became Demon Queen, the restriction vanished, other demons noticed and swiftly raised their cultivation, no longer wary—thus the Mangshan Demon Palace's strength rose quickly.

Moreover, Diewumeng treats her own kindly, unlike Zhangmang's abuse or suppression; many demons' attitudes gradually shifted, bit by bit becoming hers.

These demons are fiercely loyal to Diewumeng, unlike their attitude toward Zhangmang; her plan succeeded.

First win these demons' hearts, then fully control the Mangshan Mountain Range; now she has succeeded halfway—Heihu trying to seize her Demon Queen throne is impossible, at least for the next few centuries.

"You're right, Mulong Tian is no different from a dead man—just unknown what great deed he'll do before death." Heihu narrowed his eyes, feeling some dread.

"This person is dangerous, scarier than the Six-Eyed Demon King; the Six-Eyed Demon King fears death, but Mulong Tian now fears none—a truly perilous figure."

"Hope he doesn't invade our Mangshan Mountain Range again; I don't want to face this dangerous human."

"Hope he goes to deal with the Myriad Demon Palace, dragging a Demon King down with him—also a good choice."

Diewumeng waved her hand: "You overthink—Mulong Tian's greatest enemy is us; we killed his two younger brothers, his son Mulong Wenlong also died, his relatives died seven out of eight, he hates us, will surely find a way to come after us."

"Heihu, be careful—your territory sits right at the Mulong family's side; if they act, you'll be the first to bear the brunt."

Heihu's face darkened.

"Diewumeng, don't scare me."

"Not scaring you—just keep watch, send people to monitor every move of the Mulong family, don't let them ambush you." Diewumeng earnestly advised, hoping he wouldn't be careless; endure these few decades, and it will pass.

"Understood." Heihu showed a deadpan expression, having thought Diewumeng was their target, never expecting the unlucky one to be himself.

He truly is unlucky.

"Diewumeng, you must act when the time comes." Heihu couldn't care about face, nor… dignity.

"Rest assured, I won't stand by." Diewumeng soothed his heart; Heihu is such a person—he truly respects the strong, but if the weak tread on his head, sorry, he'll strike first.

Among demons, the strong reign; after Heihu challenged Diewumeng and lost, he'll be honest, won't cause trouble.

This local dilemma is solved, but danger remains.

Inside Longshe Shan.

Qinglong Daoren still wears a worried face, staring outside, standing, no intention to leave.

Heishanyang stands beside him, likewise gazing far away.

Bai Xinlan feels puzzled, looks that way—sees nothing, she sees nothing.

"Qinglong Daoren, Heishanyang, the enemy has left—what exactly are you looking at?"

"We're safe; Diewumeng acting is still no problem."

Qinglong Daoren seems not to have heard, continues staring ahead; Heishanyang does the same.

Such strange movement naturally drew Xinran Zhanglao and the others' attention; Xinran Zhanglao and Tianlian Zhenren both stood beside them, the two women's sword intent burst forth, staring outside, hands already on their sword blades.

This made Bai Xinlan even more puzzled; she asked: "What's going on? What happened? Why?"

Xinran Zhanglao glanced at her, saying: "Be quiet."

"Eh?" Bai Xinlan stared at Xinran Zhanglao, feeling indignant, yet still chose to stay silent.

Following them to stare ahead, soon she sensed a gaze—what kind of pressure, making her feel her body not her own, as if she might kneel anytime; this pressure was especially obvious toward demons.

"Hiss." Her body trembled, Bai Xinlan's blood surged, quivered, feared.

Qinglong Daoren also sensed that mighty blood pressure coming toward them, a gaze trying to pierce the formation, seep into Longshe Shan's depths, blocked by the formation.

Unable to seep in, thus unable to know the situation below; those eyes stared at them here, wanting to pierce the formation.

Yet unable to pierce the formation; a figure stood outside, soundlessly appearing.

Then stared at their formation—though unable to see through it, still made them feel pressure.

"Gurgle." Bai Xinlan choked, hard to lift her head, glanced, quickly lowered it; that pressure, that blood suppression, left her unable to move—such terrifying blood pressure, never experienced, not even the Tian Du Dragon King had this.

"What is that?"

Bai Xinlan's heart shocked—she no longer felt indignant, seeing Xinran Zhanglao and others draw their swords to greet this mighty one.

Such a mighty one, they dare draw swords—this courage is truly commendable.

Qinglong Daoren and that figure locked eyes; the Kunpeng Guardian seemed to notice his gaze, the two locked eyes.