Chapter 1899: Diewumeng: I Don't Like You Standing While Talking to Me

The Six-Eyed Demon King fell silent; as an insider, if discovered, his fate would be a dead end.

He was weighing the benefits, wondering if risk and reward were linked; unequal distribution of profit was a loss, which he could not accept.

For the sake of a mere breakthrough of one cultivation layer, to let himself fall into prison, the Six-Eyed Demon King would not do that; he hasn't become so stupid as to give up everything he possesses. Although the Myriad Demon Palace despises him and discriminates against his bloodline, in other aspects... well, it's not good.

His cultivation and position were won step by step with his own fists—how many demon beasts he had killed, how many inner cores he had eaten—to attain the Demon King's throne; could anyone possibly make him leave?

Diewumeng saw through his thoughts and said, "The Third Tribulation is merely an appetizer, Six-Eyed Demon King—do you think the Third Tribulation is the end? The Fourth Tribulation, the Fifth Tribulation, even the Saint Realm are not impossible to reach."

"I dare not promise you anything else, but at least the Third Tribulation is certainly achievable, and the Fourth Tribulation can also help you break through; if you are loyal to me, the benefits I will give you in the future will be greater, definitely more than what the Myriad Demon Palace offers."

"Imagine if you stayed in the Myriad Demon Palace, continued serving them—you would end up stagnating, gaining nothing, while other Demon Kings would have everything and surpass you step by step, leaving you no chance to overtake them."

"After all these years, you still don't see it? In their eyes, you're just lucky, and they will never regard you as one of their own."

The Six-Eyed Demon King lifted his head, his eyes icy: "So what? I am the Demon King of the Myriad Demon Palace, my status and position are noble—you want me to abandon all this and join the Mangshan Demon Palace, Diewumeng; do you think the Mangshan Demon Palace can accommodate my existence?"

"Today he dares to betray the Myriad Demon Palace; someday he could betray you—do you really want that?"

He understood this logic well, but he did not believe Diewumeng sincerely wanted to recruit him; previously he had constantly targeted Diewumeng, always wanting to seize the Mangshan Mountain Range—this woman wanted to use him, to cause him to split the Myriad Demon Palace.

He knew all of this, and was fully aware.

He wanted more benefits; these were insufficient to move him.

Diewumeng smiled and said, "Six-Eyed Demon King, tell me what you need."

At the same time, she gave him a look, warning him not to go too far, otherwise she would kill him.

"This is the Mangshan Demon Palace; Diewumeng doesn't mind killing him, since the Myriad Demon Palace is currently entangled and unable to free its hands to deal with him—just a Demon King; if he dies, he dies, inferior skill means death, and the Myriad Demon Palace cannot say anything."

"You know what I want—I want to see concrete benefits, not empty promises." The Six-Eyed Demon King reached out, his eyes fixed on her.

"Empty promises are useless to him."

"Without seeing tangible benefits, he cannot bow his head."

Diewumeng laughed: "Six-Eyed Demon King, you are indeed clever."

She walked over, came beside him again, raised her hand and pressed it against his body; the Six-Eyed Demon King felt nothing, could not sense her presence, and everything around was under Diewumeng's control.

The illusion had been set up long ago; the Six-Eyed Demon King had already fallen into it, and everything he saw was false.

"Do you know? If I wanted to kill you, I could do it easily; your life and death are in my hands, you can refuse, but I don't mind killing you."

Diewumeng's voice sounded in his ear; the Six-Eyed Demon King's body shuddered, he wanted to resist, but found he could not.

His whole body was suppressed; a force held him down, and at the same time many seals appeared inside his body.

The seals personally set by Diewumeng were learned from Chen Chuyang; she had a talent for this, quickly grasped it, and placed the seals on the spot, controlling the Six-Eyed Demon King's life and death.

After finishing the setup, Diewumeng returned to her position, resumed her lazy posture, waved her hand, and the surrounding illusion dissipated.

The Six-Eyed Demon King shouted angrily: "You… you… what did you do to me?"

He felt the changes inside his body; everything of his was sealed.

Life and death, not under his control.

He was no longer a free man; the Six-Eyed Demon King was furious, his anger suppressed, his eyes locked on Diewumeng; he had tried those seals, could not break or solve them, and if he harbored any second thoughts, the other party would sense it immediately.

"Pa."

Diewumeng snapped her fingers; the Six-Eyed Demon King's face twisted, his body flung to the ground and rolled.

"Ah—"

The pain of a torn soul made him unable to bear it; his whole body trembled and twisted.

His curled body spasmed continuously; he tried to endure it, but found he could not.

After lasting a moment, the Six-Eyed Demon King no longer felt the pain; he stumbled to his feet, soaked through.

"Diewumeng!" the Six-Eyed Demon King cried out gloomily.

Diewumeng gave a faint smile: "How does it feel? Not pleasant, right? I'm easy to get along with—if you're good, I'm good, we're all good—but why are you so greedy? What I give you is yours; what I don't give, you cannot take."

"Moreover, I don't like you standing while speaking to me."

"Plop." The Six-Eyed Demon King's knees went soft, he knelt directly on the ground, his body out of control.

"You…" the Six-Eyed Demon King's eyes nearly burst, his face ferocious; at this moment he had no dignity left, no face.

Even when facing the Demon Emperor of the Myriad Demon Palace, he had never been so… abject, so embarrassed.

"I said, I don't like your attitude; I hope you don't force me to kill you." Diewumeng's voice sounded coldly, shocking the Six-Eyed Demon King.

The Six-Eyed Demon King restrained his anger, preventing himself from erupting; he knew his life and death were in her hands, not under his own control.

At this moment he also understood why Diewumeng had spoken to him at length—if you won't listen to reason, you force me to act; now it's come to this, forcing me to use rough methods.

"That's right, Six-Eyed Demon King, rest assured, my promise to you still stands." Diewumeng smiled, and a Heavenly Capital Dragon King Pill appeared before the Six-Eyed Demon King; the fragrance of the Eighth-grade Pill refreshed him, he inhaled, and the shackles inside his body seemed to loosen, ready to break through.

He felt his bloodline was about to break through.

Having not felt this for a long time, the Six-Eyed Demon King instinctively reached out and seized the Heavenly Capital Dragon King Pill.

"Is this for me?"

"Good, the Eighth-grade Heavenly Capital Dragon King Pill can help you break through the Third Tribulation; if luck is good, it might even let your bloodline break through, reviving your ancestral Ancient Toxic Centipede Bloodline."

"Six-Eyed Demon King, work for me, and I will give you more benefits."

"This pill is merely a small meeting gift; work for me, and I will naturally give you more benefits, Six-Eyed Demon King—do a good job, and I will not shortchange you."

Having dealt a blow, one must also give a date to let him accept all this.