Chapter 145: The Demon Race Royal Palace

Zhang Yi said modestly, "He Lao, you flatter me; it was merely good fortune."

He Lao laughed and said, "Good fortune? I do not think so. Your talent and strength are both top-tier. Given time, your achievements will surely be limitless!"

Zhang Yi felt secretly pleased; it seemed his performance this time had already gained He Lao's approval.

He Lao continued, "Young friend Zhang Yi, I have a favor to ask."

Zhang Yi hurriedly said, "Please speak, He Lao."

He Lao said with a grave expression, "I would like to ask you to do me a favor..."

He Lao stroked his beard, his expression grave: "Young friend Zhang Yi, there is a traitor within the Demon Race who is colluding with the Demon Race, intending to overthrow the Demon Race's rule."

He paused, staring sharply at Zhang Yi, "I need your help to find this traitor and stop their conspiracy."

Zhang Yi was startled.

A traitor? The Demon Race? This was no small matter.

Zhang Yi frowned, "What does this have to do with me?"

He Lao was choked by Zhang Yi's words and suddenly did not know what to say.

In the current world, the Demon Race is flourishing, with countless Demon Beasts evolving from having no divine sense to cultivating until they possess intelligence and become Great Demon Beasts, and so on.

If a traitor appeared within the Demon Race, the future and fate of so many Demon Beasts would be affected.

Originally, He Lao had expected Zhang Yi to say something righteous.

Such as, "If I do not enter hell, who will?"

As it turned out, he still did not understand Zhang Yi.

At this moment.

Nudi walked forward with a cold sneer, "He Lao, you still do not understand this good-for-nothing; he is just a selfish person. How about this: if it is confirmed that the Demon Race is behind this, I am willing to risk my life to help you."

In her previous life, Nudi had fallen at the hands of the Demon Race.

In this life, she had also been constantly looking for an opportunity for revenge.

If the shadow of the Demon Race appeared now, she would definitely go.

He Lao stroked his beard and nodded with gratification, his gaze toward Nudi full of admiration: "Good, this young lady is truly righteous! I knew you would not stand idly by."

Zhang Yi watched from the side, but he began to mutter to himself.

This girl, who usually acts as if nothing has anything to do with her, why has she changed her nature today?

Could it be that there is some benefit to following He Lao?

A fortuitous encounter? A treasure? It must be!

This girl is putting on a show of righteousness; who knows if she is secretly calculating how to swallow the benefits all by herself!

No, I cannot let this girl get the better of me!

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi immediately raised his hand with an expression of "if not me, then who?": "I will go too! Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the Demon Race! Besides, how could I, Zhang Yi, be a person who fears death!"

He Lao was stunned, then laughed out loud: "Good! What a display of loyalty and courage! Young friend Zhang Yi is truly worthy of being a hero among the youth!"

Yet in his heart, he secretly found it funny; this kid was probably up to some trick again.

However, an extra helper is always good.

Mother Jubiao indicated that she was worried about her children and also wanted to follow, so that if they encountered danger, she could step in to protect them.

He Lao could understand, so he agreed.

The Pterosaur also took Xiao Pu and the little Earth Dragon to go along.

Thus, the group set off in a grand procession.

He Lao led the way, Zhang Yi and Nudi followed closely behind, and Mother Jubiao and the Pterosaur guarded the sides.

"The place we are going to this time is not the Demon Saint Mansion, but the Yaozu Wangdian."

He Lao said as he walked, "That is the institution symbolizing the supreme power of the Demon Race, and also the most important holy land of the Demon Race."

"Yaozu Wangdian?"

Zhang Yi's heart stirred; he had long heard of this place, and it was said that it housed countless treasures and secret manuals.

There were also many powerful formations guarding it, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Along the way, Zhang Yi probed He Lao for information about the Yaozu Wangdian.

As well as the specific details of this mission. He Lao, however, was vague, saying he would know once they arrived.

Zhang Yi was even more curious and even more vigilant.

He always felt that this matter was not simple and that they might encounter some danger.

After walking for several days and nights, they finally arrived in front of a towering and magnificent palace.

The resplendent palace shone brightly under the sunlight, emitting a sacred and solemn aura.

"This is the Yaozu Wangdian!"

He Lao pointed to the palace before them and said, "The most important decisions of the Demon Race are all made here."

Zhang Yi looked up, his heart filled with shock.

He had never seen such a magnificent building, as if it were a giant pillar supporting the sky, standing between heaven and earth.

Entering the palace, one could see that the interior was resplendent, with carved beams and painted rafters, luxurious and magnificent.

Countless Demon Race experts, dressed in gorgeous attire, came and went in an orderly fashion.

He Lao led everyone to the center of the great hall, where a huge throne stood, emitting supreme majesty.

"His Majesty the Demon King has arrived!" a shrill voice rang out.

Everyone hurriedly knelt to pay their respects.

From the depths of the great hall came a steady sound of footsteps, moving from far to near, becoming clearer and clearer, as if stepping on everyone's heart.

Everyone held their breath and waited in anticipation.

I saw a man wearing a golden dragon robe, his head adorned with a golden crown, shining brilliantly.

He walked slowly toward the throne, every step carrying the majesty of an emperor.

His deep gaze swept indifferently over those birds and dragons below, his brows furrowing slightly, seemingly disdainful of these "little demons."

Pausing for a moment, he spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful, carrying a hint of unquestionable majesty: "He Lao, for what purpose have you brought these people here?"

He Lao dared not delay, hurriedly stepping forward, kneeling respectfully to salute, and said: "Reporting to Your Majesty, a traitor has appeared within the Demon Race, colluding with the Demon Race, intending to overthrow the rule of the Demon Race. This old minister has specifically brought them here to assist in investigating this matter."

"A traitor? The Demon Race?"

The Demon King's voice rose a few notches, his expression darkened, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Is there evidence?"

He Lao hurriedly presented the scroll in his hands and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, please look, this is the evidence I have collected."

The Demon King took the scroll, his brows locked in a frown, and began to examine it carefully.

Zhang Yi secretly sized up the Demon King, guessing to himself that this Demon King looked like someone not to be trifled with, temperamental and unpredictable; he hoped this mission could be completed smoothly.

Suddenly, the Demon King threw the scroll onto the ground with a slam and roared: "How preposterous! To dare to collude with the Demon Race and betray the Demon Race! Pass down the order: immediately apprehend the traitor and punish them severely without leniency!"

The great hall was suddenly in an uproar, the demons discussing it among themselves, their expressions varied.

The Demon King's gaze was like a torch, sweeping over the people below, finally landing on Zhang Yi and the others, carrying a hint of scrutiny as he questioned: "He Lao, what skills do they possess, and why have you brought them to apprehend the traitor?"

He Lao bowed and replied: "Reporting to Your Majesty, this young friend Zhang Yi has an extraordinary natural constitution; even my Lingdi was almost refined by him."