Chapter 1897

Diewumeng watched the Six-Eyed Demon King with great interest, her lofty demeanor and gaze that scrutinized everything showing she was no longer the Diewumeng who had just passed tribulation and Advancement to the Tribulation Realm; even facing the Six-Eyed Demon King, she had to be extremely careful, not daring to be the slightest bit careless.

Diewumeng, as if she were two people, slightly opened her mouth: "Six-Eyed Demon King, I never thought you'd be so weak; after all these years, you're only at the second tribulation, with no progress, disappointing me greatly."

Her slender finger rose, pointing at the Six-Eyed Demon King, matching her languid posture, exuding an aura of contempt for everything.

This was Diewumeng's exclusive gaze toward him, and also her exclusive attitude.

"Six-Eyed Demon King, this time you've come, you wouldn't still be thinking of seizing my Demon Emperor's position, would you?"

Her eyes carried a smile—not a kind one, but an interrogative gaze, a special threat; if the Six-Eyed Demon King nodded, he would surely be beaten, even killed by the woman before him.

Their situations were completely opposite, no longer the earlier case of him strong and me weak.

"Gurgle." The Six-Eyed Demon King choked back a breath, suppressing his inner fear and dread, trembling as he asked: "Impossible, how long have you been since your Advancement to the Tribulation Realm? It's impossible you could reach the third tribulation so quickly; moreover, why haven't I received any news about your second and third heavenly tribulations? Is your strength fake? Surely it's an illusion—all of this is illusory."

He didn't believe it, feeling none of this was possible; each step of advancement in the Tribulation Realm is like heavenly punishment.

Wanting to ascend to heaven in a single step is impossible; even a demon king with the strongest bloodline could not Achieve Advancement this swiftly—what does Diewumeng rely on?

Diewumeng's bloodline isn't strong, nor is it that of a divine beast, inferior to his; yet how could she break through so rapidly?

"Oh?" Diewumeng doubted: "You don't believe me?"

A point of her finger, the Six-Eyed Demon King felt a terrifying force surge toward him; he instinctively resisted, yet he was flung out, shattering the ground—the hard floor of the Mangshan Demon Palace, which connected with the formation and was comparable to a top-grade spiritual artifact—still it shattered.

The Six-Eyed Demon King lying on the ground felt that pain and the irresistible force; he was absolutely certain in his heart that the person before him was a third-tribulation demon king, not false, not an illusion.

All of this is real.

Isn't it?

"How… could this be possible?" the Six-Eyed Demon King's face full of disbelief; he couldn't believe such a thing had happened.

Diewumeng sat up straight, finding it a bit amusing, and said: "It seems you still don't believe me; then, how about this?"

She waved her hand; the Six-Eyed Demon King's body flew backward, straight out of the Mangshan Demon Palace's Dadian, crashing into a distant peak, which collapsed and buried his body.

Dust billowed down as Diewumeng slowly emerged, smiling: "Tsk tsk tsk, truly miserable; the second-tribulation Six-Eyed Demon King is so weak, even weaker than I imagined—I thought you could withstand one or two."

"With just this strength, you still dare to covet my Demon Emperor's position? Hehehe."

A single thought spans heaven and earth.

She thought the Six-Eyed Demon King was strong, had always believed so; now, she doesn't even need to use her divine abilities—she can Protector him.

"Cough cough cough." The Six-Eyed Demon King stood up, dirt exploding from his body as he emerged, looking disheveled yet without anger.

Instead, he stared at Diewumeng in disbelief, his eyes narrowed; at this moment, he harbored no doubt.

The woman before him was indeed a third-tribulation demon king, far stronger than him; her strength and demonic power were beyond his resistance; though the second and third tribulations seem to differ by only one heavenly tribulation, in reality their power differs immensely.

That heavenly tribulation is many people's nightmare; each tribulation's lightning rises exponentially; surviving one tribulation transforms strength earth-shatteringly; facing Diewumeng again, he has lost his former courage; that woman's eeriness goes beyond this—once he fails, an unbeatable seed will be planted in his heart, making it unlikely he can surpass her afterward.

This is one of Diewumeng's divine abilities, and also her heaven-defying trait.

"Do you believe now?" Diewumeng looked at him with a full-face smile; the Six-Eyed Demon King's strength isn't great, but he can take a beating.

His defensive prowess is indeed not simple, and he is skilled in using poison.

Diewumeng stared at him; if he ever wanted to perish together, she would kill him instantly.

Fortunately, the Six-Eyed Demon King is a smart person; he chose neither to erupt nor to have the desire to strike.

"Believed, Diewumeng, you're truly perverse; may I ask one thing—how did you manage it?" The Six-Eyed Demon King was curious; Diewumeng is someone he watched undergo tribulation, and also watched rise step by step; this woman surpassed him—how long has it been?

Having been Protector for thousands of years, she suddenly rose—this is suspicious.

"You really want to know?" Diewumeng narrowed her eyes, gazing at him.

She didn't answer his question, but instead turned it back on him.

"Not bad." The Six-Eyed Demon King very much wanted to know; in terms of bloodline, Diewumeng is inferior to him, yet she can break through so swiftly—she surely hides a secret, which he could also use.

It's not due to bloodline; he naturally wants to know; at this moment, compared to basking in the Kunpeng Guardian's glory or whatever it means to station in the Mangshan Mountain Range, this is far more important—it concerns his future; the Kunpeng Guardian's bloodline can indeed enhance his bloodline, but how much, who knows?

Stationing in the Mangshan Mountain Range was also for preparing to break through; now, with a better method, why would he need to take risks?

"Diewumeng, please tell me, as long as you tell me, you can let me do anything." The six-eyed Demon King lowered his posture, gazed at the woman before him, and bowed his head.

Diewumeng laughed: "Hahaha, six-eyed Demon King, no need for this; if there's anything to say, let's go inside the Dadian to speak."

Some words are not suitable to be spoken outside; we need to step aside to speak.

"Good."

The two returned to the Dadian again; Diewumeng waved her hand, and a Formation enveloped the Dadian's interior, isolating the outside Spiritual Sense.

She returned to the Demon Emperor's seat, sat down, and asked: "Six-eyed Demon King, before this, could you tell me your purpose?"

One doesn't go to the Three Treasures Hall without a reason.

The six-eyed Demon King hesitated not, immediately answered: "Diewumeng Demon Emperor, I originally wanted to seek your cooperation to jointly slay the Kunpeng Guardian; I know much information about the Kunpeng Guardian, which I can all tell you, including his specific circumstances; I originally wanted to use this to station myself in the Mangshan Mountain Range."

"The Kunpeng Guardian will not let you off, whether it's Longshe Shan or the Mangshan Demon Palace; the Kunpeng Guardian's Split Soul has fallen here, and he will surely act against you."

"I have long been displeased with him; previously I had no chance to kill him; this time, I will cooperate with you to kill him together."

"The result..."

Diewumeng's strength increased too quickly; they no longer had the qualification for equal dialogue; the six-eyed Demon King lost that qualification, his strength insufficient, naturally unable to demand much—this is the sorrow of the weak; everyone is like this, when strength is feeble, nothing can be done.