Chapter 1204

Under Yi Qi's command, this Demon God wore an expression of righteous sacrifice, leading a few subordinates into the Demon Cave.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Dao Yi Shengdi, after Bei Zun was escorted there, he has been roaring incessantly.

He meant he wanted to beg for death, rather than live as a captive.

However, the Human Race side doesn't understand the demon language; listening to Bei Zun's roars, they comprehend nothing.

What the hell is this guy shouting all day?

I don't know, but it looks like he wants to say something.

Qi Xiong, Yun Xiantai, including Ye Zhangqing, all came to the mountain where Bei Zun is imprisoned.

Seeing Bei Zun's nonstop roaring, everyone furrowed their brows slightly.

What the hell is this guy trying to say? I can't understand a thing.

Should we just ignore him?

They couldn't understand by listening, and everyone was at a loss, but at this moment Ye Zhangqing suddenly thought of something and spoke up.

Don't those Demonic Cultivators know some demon language?

Demonic Cultivators' Xiūliàn consists of demon techniques, which naturally also contain other records about the demons, including the demon language.

And inside Dao Yi Shengdi, many Demonic Cultivators are imprisoned.

Hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up; how could we have forgotten this?

Good, good, good, you little brat have a quick mind—go, bring a Demonic Cultivator over.

Qi Xiong said with a smile; soon, a Steward brought a Demonic Cultivator over.

Seeing so many people present, with almost all the Human Race's elders present, as well as the senior figures of Dao Yi Shengdi, this Demonic Cultivator...

He couldn't figure out why they had summoned him.

But when he saw Bei Zun imprisoned within the Formation, his eyes widened instantly.

D-Demon... Esteemed Demon God...

He gasped, then immediately knelt on the ground, wearing a devout expression.

To Demonic Cultivators, the demon race, especially the Demon God, is like treating them as immortals.

This is their lifelong faith.

Otherwise, these Demonic Cultivators would not rather live like street rats and refuse to give up.

At this moment, seeing a living Demon God standing before him, this Demonic Cultivator's feelings can be imagined—excited, angry, unwilling, various emotions welling up.

Immediately, the Demonic Cultivator, who had been somewhat fearful, suddenly lifted his head, his eyes bloodshot, looking at Qi Xiong and the others.

What did you do to the Esteemed Demon God?

Huh???

You're being insolent.

Huh???

Upon hearing this, Qi Xiong and the others furrowed their brows, then a terrifying pressure instantly bore down on this Demonic Cultivator, pressing him to the ground.

You.......... you all............

Qin Shan Hai looked at this Demonic Cultivator with icy eyes, a clueless thing.

Alright, if you kill him, what are we supposed to do?

Just as Qin Shan Hai was about to strike, Qi Xiong waved his hand and said.

Upon hearing that, Qin Shan Hai then withdrew his pressure, while this Demonic Cultivator was already drenched in sweat, with a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth.

Nevertheless, he still gritted his teeth and stared defiantly at everyone.

These guys dare to be disrespectful to the Esteemed Demon God; they're asking for death.

Qi Xiong, however, ignored that look and said calmly.

Do you know the demon language?

Hmph.

Help us translate.

Don't even think about it.

Originally we wanted to talk with this demon race, but since we can't communicate, if you're unwilling, we'll have to kill him.

Regarding these Demonic Cultivators' psychology, Qi Xiong naturally understands it well.

Directly using Bei Zun's life as a threat, sure enough, upon hearing this, this Demonic Cultivator immediately changed expression.

He considers himself a person of integrity, but he cannot bear to watch the Esteemed Demon God die before his eyes.

After glancing at Bei Zun still roaring repeatedly, this Demonic Cultivator didn't hesitate long before nodding in agreement.

Okay, I can translate for you, but you must guarantee the Esteemed Demon God's safety.

Sure.

Qi Xiong likewise nodded readily, after all they originally had no intention of harming Bei Zun's life.

Such top-grade ingredients, one should pick a good day to enjoy them; before everyone's eyes, Bei Zun is a treasure.

Upon receiving Qi Xiong's reply, this Demonic Cultivator secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Then he looked at Bei Zun, his eyes full of determination.

Esteemed Demon God, rest assured, I will definitely protect you.

Sensing this Demonic Cultivator's fiery gaze, Bei Zun's eyes flashed with a strange hue; why does this human's look at me seem so odd?

What the hell do you want to do?

Feeling that this human is off, immediately Qi Xiong's group brought this Demonic Cultivator to outside the Formation, with the Formation between them, and Bei Zun began roaring again.

Kill me, Your Majesty, if you have the ability.

A scholar may be killed but not humiliated; we demon race will never be slaves.

But these words, when heard by Qi Xiong and the others, were like a series of roars; they turned their heads to look at that demonic cultivator and asked.

What did he say?

Huh???

Facing Qi Xiong's inquiry, that demonic cultivator had a strange expression; from Bei Zun's words, he also roughly guessed something.

The Esteemed Demon God should have been captured alive by Qi Xiong and the others, but he does not want to be a prisoner; however, his cultivation is sealed, and there are guards all around, so even if he wanted to end his own life, it would be impossible.

He would rather die than live in such humiliation; therefore, what Bei Zun has been saying is that he wants Qi Xiong and the others to give him a quick death.

He would rather die than accept the humiliation from you humans.

Bei Zun has a death wish; after such a crushing defeat, even if he returned to the Demon Realm, he would have no face to live on, let alone go see the Demon Emperor.

But that demonic cultivator does not think so.

After great difficulty, he finally got to see the Esteemed Demon God alive; how could he let the Esteemed Demon God just die like that?

Looking at Bei Zun, who was single-mindedly seeking death and roaring repeatedly, that demonic cultivator pondered slightly and formed a plan in his mind.

Esteemed Demon God, rest assured, I, He Liu, will not let you die.

He also gave Bei Zun a look, as if saying, 'Esteemed Demon God, rest assured, I've got everything.'

In response, Bei Zun was completely bewildered: 'What the hell are you humans doing? Damn it, what look are you giving me? I, the king, will kill you.'

"Human, you're seeking death."

"Despicable human, if you have the ability, kill this king."

With Bei Zun's roar, He Liu also turned around and said to Qi Xiong and the others:

"The Esteemed Demon God says he wants to negotiate with you all."

"Negotiation?"

"Yes, the Esteemed Demon God said he can negotiate, but you must guarantee his safety and release him."

Huh???

Upon hearing this, Qi Xiong and his group turned their heads to look at Bei Zun, who was continually pounding the formation.

Ye Zhangqing furrowed his brows, looking at Bei Zun, who seemed ready to eat someone; no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like he wants to negotiate.

Who the hell would negotiate with that expression, baring teeth and grinning—you want to eat someone!

With this attitude, are you sure you want to negotiate? Damn, there's no sincerity.

His brows slightly furrowed, Ye Zhangqing said expressionlessly:

"Are you sure he said negotiate? No matter how you look at it, there's no sincerity."

"This... demons are naturally hot-tempered, let alone the Esteemed Demon God—it's a normal phenomenon."

Huh???