Chapter 1925: Intense Internal Competition Within the Demon Race!

"Are you sure you didn't misremember the location?"

"No!"

"This is the first task the Great Emperor of Demons assigned us—we can't mess it up!"

As demon sages, the three of them knew exactly what this task entailed, but they could only grit their teeth and press forward, or risk being cast out.

Thinking of this, the Flame Mouse shook his head.

"Search everywhere."

"We can't let Jiyeng and the others come over—if Jiyeng and Feilian arrive, it won't be good for us; they'll scheme against us."

Internal affairs among the demon race were still extremely chaotic, and competition was fiercely intense.

If the demon race couldn't properly manage its internal affairs, problems would surely arise.

Even now, the distribution among demon sages was uneven; even with Donghuang Taiyi and Di Jun overseeing them, tensions between them only grew greater.

These conflicts could never be resolved.

If these conflicts could be resolved, then surely none of these people would be chattering here.

"The demon race's internal conflicts run deep!"

Luo Fu told Sister Houtu about the demon race, hoping they could know themselves and their enemy, and win every battle.

Sister Xuanming soon arrived, chattering excitedly to Luo Fu and Sister Houtu about the changes in her Xuanming Bone Arrow, and Sister Houtu rejoiced for her.

Sister Xuanming smiled and said, "Saint Luo Fu, do you know how thrilled I am right now? My Xuanming Bone Arrow has never had such power before—all thanks to you!"

"It's your own achievement."

Luo Fu knew what Sister Xuanming meant to say, but this power truly came from her own efforts.

"I merely provided you with an environment, and some ginseng fruits and peaches today—your own diligence is what achieved this leap."

"Don't undervalue yourselves; all twelve Ancestral Wushu of your tribe have done excellently, and worked with great zeal—I never misjudged you."

At these words from Luo Fu, Sister Xuanming and Sister Houtu both blushed.

Sister Xuanming well understood how vital Luo Fu's actions had been to the Wushu tribe—even if Luo Fu ordered her to climb a mountain of knives or walk through fire, she would gladly obey.

But Sister Xuanming also knew Luo Fu would never demand such things—he would only patiently guide them.

What luck had the Wushu tribe stumbled upon?

Sister Houtu felt it more clearly than anyone else, for she had barely brushed against the edge of Luo Fu's power.

And Sister Houtu dared not be certain—Luo Fu's power might even surpass that of the Heavenly Dao!

Throughout the Honghuang, Luo Fu was surely unmatched, invincible—even if all beings of the Honghuang gathered to besiege him, he would not fear.

This realization made Sister Houtu feel profoundly at ease.

During her training under Luo Fu, Sister Houtu had grown increasingly eager.

Even learning half of Luo Fu's abilities would benefit Sister Houtu and Sister Xuanming for life.

"Take a rest. About the demon race, you may ask Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin. Oh, go back first and bring Zhurong and Gonggong here."

After Luo Fu spoke, Sister Houtu and Sister Xuanming excitedly grabbed hands and left together.

Back in the Pangu Grand Hall, Sister Houtu said, "Big Brother Zhurong, Big Brother Gonggong, Saint Luo Fu requests your presence."

"Us?"

Zhurong and Gonggong exchanged glances, then nodded and followed the others' gazes into the hall.