Chapter 2127: Honghuang Rumors!

Even the Three Pure Ones dared not offend Luo Fu, yet the demonic race dared to offend him—this was truly incomprehensible.

Especially Guiche—he seemed fearless of heaven or earth, had no intention of explaining anything, and this time, these people truly had no plan for him.

"I wonder how the Demon Emperor will handle this matter?"

"How else can he handle it? The demonic race is notoriously protective of their own. I heard they're forging the Sacrificial Sword Against the Wu!"

"How are they forging it?"

"With human blood and souls. I heard they've captured nearly half of the human race—humanity is already crying out in rage."

"That's too vile! Though we're demons too, we're merely minor demons—we could never sink to such depravity with the demonic race."

"Exactly! By forging the Sacrificial Sword Against the Wu, the demonic race wants to drive humanity to extinction! Humanity was at least molded by Lady Nüwa—deeply tied to her!"

……

The entire Honghuang was discussing this matter.

Was the Sacrificial Sword Against the Wu really that important? Yingzhao asked himself; they weren't sure whether it could let the demonic race defeat the Wu.

But now they were clearly being shunned.

Precisely because of this, the demonic race's reputation began to plummet rapidly—they all failed to understand this.

Whether they liked it or not, they clearly didn't understand the current situation, so they could only ask after passing through it—and even then, it would be useless.

The issue of Zixiao Palace was much the same—he should have understood, and thus heard this.

Haotian guessed it.

Since Yaochi dared to speak out, he wouldn't change his original choice; compared to these things now, he might still not know the reason.

But protecting these magic treasures—he knew he bore this responsibility now.

"I can protect them!"

"How likely is it that you can protect them? You already knew back then—you clearly understood these things existed because they had magic treasures."

The Wu clan didn't step forward, nor did Luo Fu—they couldn't do much.

Even if the Wu clan stepped forward, what would they use? They hadn't yet reached such decisiveness—they had no idea what they should do.

Is it possible to make amends now?

"Impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

When necessary, they would surely ask—but now is not the time for them to ask.

Guiche felt he must have been poisoned, and it didn't resemble a parasite—if truly poisoned, the poison could only come from Ling She Dao.

Guiche gritted his teeth and said: "Shebi Shi poisoned me!"

"What proof do you have?!"

"None."

Precisely because there was no proof, they dared not say so—but now, even without evidence, they could still seek it.

How much could they recover?

No one knew, no one understood them—they could only watch silently.

Clearly, not every time had someone helped them do this; now they had to rely on themselves—whatever they had known before, they must now accomplish—everything would be arranged.

After glancing at Jiheng and Feilian, Guiche fell silent.

Feidan said: "This was never meant for you to do. If it truly were your duty, the preparations should have been made in advance—not something for you to speak of now."

"Will the Sacrificial Sword Against the Wu still be forged?"