Chapter 833

Facing the hostility of the many demon emperors, the three ancestors of Qingtian Holy Land were filled with anger, but what could they do?

This is the Demon Race, and to them, they have always been outsiders.

In the end, it was the two ancestors of Dao Yi Shengdi who stepped forward, barely managing to protect the three.

At this point, Dao Yi Shengdi naturally could not allow the other demon emperors to act against the three ancestors of Qingtian Holy Land.

Otherwise, Dao Yi Shengdi would certainly fall into an extremely awkward situation again.

Put simply, Dao Yi Shengdi still needs the three ancestors of Qingtian Holy Land now.

As for whether the three would betray them, the two ancestors of Dao Yi Shengdi are not worried at all.

Put simply, they are now stray dogs; besides Dao Yi Shengdi, where else could they go?

Returning to the Human Race is definitely impossible; the entire Human Race now regards them as traitors.

And among the Demon Race, besides Dao Yi Shengdi, they likewise have nowhere to go.

Therefore, for Qingtian Holy Land, they have no choice; they can only cling tightly to Dao Yi Shengdi now.

This is why the two ancestors of Dao Yi Shengdi stepped forward to speak for the three.

"Alright, let's not talk about that for now; what should we do next? Should we continue the action?"

"You've got water in your brain; they already know the plan—acting now isn't that just courting death?"

The Demon Race believed that Dao Yi Shengdi had seen through their plan.

But if Dao Yi Shengdi knew what they were thinking, it would surely be clueless.

What do we know? By the way, what kind of plan do you guys have?

The many demon emperors ultimately chose to abandon the plan, and Dao Yi Shengdi thus unknowingly disrupted the demon race's attack.

This is probably something no one anticipated.

The demon forces on the front lines kept scattering and fleeing, while Dao Yi Shengdi went on a killing frenzy.

Over several days, the demon beasts outside the Ten Thousand Demons Pass either fled or died.

As for Dao Yi Shengdi, they made a killing.

Especially Xu Jie; when he returned to Dao Yi Shengdi and arrived at the Mission Hall's rank, everyone present wore a look of having seen a ghost.

Because this guy pulled out the corpse of a demon emperor from his own Space Ring.

"This... my eyes aren't playing tricks, did Xu San kill a demon emperor?"

"It's indeed a demon emperor, but does Xu San have that capability?"

Zhao Zhengping, Wanxiang, Shen Xian and other Inner Disciples, looking at the corpse of the demon emperor Gui Xiao, found it unbelievable.

How could it be? How could Xu San possibly kill a demon emperor? It's simply absurd.

Yet facing everyone's shock, Xu Jie spoke with a smile.

"Please forgive me, fellow Shī xiōng; I, Xu, merely had some luck and fortuitously slew a demon emperor."

Damn, this guy is so smug.

Seeing Xu Jie's smug look, Zhao Zhengping and the others gritted their teeth in hatred; this guy really deserves a beating.

But upon Xu Jie's next words, Zhao Zhengping and the others were instantly stunned.

Only saw Xu Jie sigh, feigning helplessness as he spoke.

"Ah, I don't know if I can consult Elder Ye Zhangqing about this; although I couldn't capture the demon emperor alive, it is after all demon emperor meat—if only I could get a chance to order a dish."

"Holy shit.............."

As soon as he said that, Zhao Zhengping and the others' eyes lit up; although they clearly knew Xu Jie was just blatantly tempting them, they couldn't resist such temptation.

The previous envy, jealousy, and hatred vanished instantly, and Shen Xian, who is quick-witted and thick-skinned, went straight to Xu Jie's side, smirking while patting his shoulders and pounding his legs in flattery.

"Saying this three times, you are close brothers with Elder Ye Zhangqing, and now you've slain a demon emperor for meat—getting a chance to order a dish is nothing but easy."

Faced with Shen Xian's flattery, Xu Jie appeared quite pleased.

"What you say does have some merit; if I get that chance, I'll definitely call on you."

"Thanks, you three."

Shen Xian has absolutely no psychological burden; as a scholar, being able to yield and bend is the proper way.

Their Wen Yuan Peak values nothing but worldly smoothness.

"Pah, lackey."

But the others lack Shen Xian's awareness; although they also want to eat, they cannot do what he does.

They can only look for an opportunity behind the scenes.

After finishing his rank, Xu Jie hurriedly went to the canteen.

Upon hearing that Xu Jie had obtained demon emperor meat, Ye Zhangqing was shocked—has this guy become that strong?

After sensing carefully, that's not right—he's still at the Heavenly Human realm; can that kill a demon emperor?

Only after listening to Xu Jie recount the whole incident did Ye Zhangqing realize—it was just picking up a bargain.

But then Xu Jie begged Ye Zhangqing for a chance to order a dish.

"Killing a demon emperor isn't easy; I don't know if I'll get another chance in this lifetime—my final wish is just to eat another dish like that."

He said it in such a desolate tone, as if he were about to breathe his last any second.

Under Xu Jie's soft and hard persuasion, and given that he truly had slain a demon emperor for meat, Ye Zhangqing finally nodded and agreed.

Having the chance to order a dish, Xu Jie completely rose to prominence over the next few days.

Every day, a crowd of disciples surrounded him; the thick-skinned brought tea and water, while the thin-skinned offered all sorts of gifts.

Pills, treasures, spiritual fruits—whatever was sent, they had it all.

For a while, Xu Jie finally felt what it's like to be chased by ten thousand people.

Under the flattery of many disciples, Xu Jie's little life was extremely comfortable.

Days passed one by one, and as time went on, some disciples gradually realized something was off.

It's already been over half a month, damn it, and Xu Jie still shows no intention of eating.

Faced with the enthusiasm of many disciples, this guy Xu Jie always acts like "you're not bad, I'll think about it".

Anyway, he's just stringing you along.

"What's going on with Xú Lǎosān?"

Even Shen Xian couldn't hold back anymore, saying with an ugly expression; upon hearing that, Zhao Zhengping beside him let out a snort.

"You still don't get it? Xu San is stringing you along."

Huh???

That day, Shen Xian could no longer hold back and questioned Xu Jie.

"Xú Lǎosān, damn it, are you gonna eat this meal or not? Saving it for New Year?"

Faced with Shen Xian's breakdown, Xu Jie lazily leaned on the Tǎng yǐ, one disciple pinching his legs, another massaging his shoulders, and another specially peeling spiritual fruit.

As for Xu Jie, he gave Shen Xian a casual glance and spoke unhurriedly.

"Shen Xian, I'm quite satisfied with your recent performance, but I don't like the tone you just used."

"Damn it, it's been over half a month—are you gonna eat this meal or not?"

Seeing Xu Jie acting all stuck-up like 2,580,000, Shen Xian completely lost his composure, gritting his teeth.

It's been almost a month, and this guy still hasn't eaten this meal—damn it, are you addicted or what?