Chapter 1539: ?The Holy Lord

"... Really gentle, aren't you? Ippo."

Cheng Long suddenly laughed.

Ippo's expression changed.

He snorted coldly, "Then forget it if you don't want to!"

"Of course I want to!"

Cheng Long raised his hand in surrender, then turned solemnly to look at Xiao Yu, "Three rules! If you come with us to the battlefield, you must stay right beside this white-haired big brother... absolutely never leave."

"What do you say?"

"No problem, Uncle Long! You can trust me."

Xiao Yu's eyes lit up instantly.

Cheng Long, who had been completely at ease, suddenly felt his cheek twitch twice.

He studied Xiao Yu, a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

Cheng Long suddenly felt: bringing Xiao Yu along might be an incredibly wrong decision! He was torn, wondering whether he should retract everything he'd just said.

"Once she's inside my vector field, even if she wants to leave, she can't."

Ippo added coldly.

Hearing this, Cheng Long finally exhaled in relief, "Then I'm counting on you."

Carrying Xiao Yu, Cheng Long followed Ippo into the Secret Method Gate, but before he could step inside, Special 15 Tru and the Ox Warrior also rushed forward behind them.

"... You all..."

Cheng Long's face shifted through several expressions, tinged with both emotion and confusion.

"Don't flatter yourself, Cheng Long! You think we're following you to help? Don't be so self-important."

Old Man slammed his fist hard onto Cheng Long's head, making him cry out in pain.

"You're going to rebel against the Demon King! If you fail, the Demon King will retaliate and slaughter your entire clan! None of us will escape... If we don't follow you and see if we can help, are we just supposed to sit here and wait to die?!"

Cheng Long: "..."

Cheng Long's face was expressionless; his gratitude vanished completely.

This reason was too damn real.

So real it pierced his heart.

"Then let's all go together."

With a long sigh, Cheng Long turned and stepped into the Secret Method Gate.

...... The capital of the Great Law Empire, Paris, Palace of Versailles.

The grand hall of Versailles was gilded and splendid, filled with dancing courtesans.

Kaidar sat high upon the Wang Zuo, gazing lazily at the scene.

"I just don't get it—why does the King like this kind of thing, and why does he summon us here to watch?"

Zhan Yue, who controlled lunar gravity, muttered this, yet his face showed no emotion, even appearing to savor it.

"The King has a form nearly identical to humans—likely he shares similar aesthetics."

Di Kui, seated beside Zhan Yue, sat rigidly, unmoving as a statue.

His voice was low, "Since the King invited us to watch, then we watch..."

"True enough!"

Zhong Su, who controlled Lei Ting, clicked his tongue, picked up a fruit from the table, and tossed it straight into his mouth, chewing loudly.

The Sheng Zhu watched the five of them, silent.

He was massive in build, seated in the first position directly below Kaidar.

From his position alone, it was clear he ranked first among the five demons.

He was the undisputed number two under Kaidar.

Yet Sheng Zhu's expression was far from pleasant—cold and grim.

All because he had discovered, at some point, his Twelve Talisman powers had vanished.

Only his own innate fire power remained... Though Sheng Zhu's combat strength, even with just fire, was still equal to Zhan Yue and Di Kui, he could no longer crush the other demons with overwhelming force... This filled him with rage.

"Don't let me find out who stole my Talisman powers."

Sheng Zhu's face darkened; he seized the enormous goblet before him and drained it in one gulp.

Then he crushed the goblet in his hand, his voice laced with murder.

"If I find out who you are—no matter who you are—I'll tear you into a thousand pieces."

In the next instant, Sheng Zhu stiffened, sensing something, and snapped his head upward.

"... Who are you?"

The air before him twisted.

Then, a Secret Method Gate suddenly appeared.

Su Han stepped out calmly, walking slowly.

"You're... wait, this feeling is—"

Sheng Zhu froze, his face flashing through shock, disbelief, fury—emotions swirling rapidly—his eyes growing ever more... crimson, as he roared, "So it's you, you bastard!"

Sheng Zhu felt on Su Han that... familiar power.

Though the nature of Su Han's Talisman powers had changed drastically.

But it couldn't fool Sheng Zhu.

At this moment, Sheng Zhu was enraged to the point of madness.

Boom—a sharp crack!

The Holy Lord appeared before Su Han, his face twisted in rage, punching straight at Su Han's cheek.

Su Han's expression did not change.

A slightly hoarse voice from Xuanwozhang Sect spoke: "King against King, general against general! You dare try to bypass us and strike at the leader of our operation..."

"Holy Lord, are you imagining things too optimistically?"

With a swish, the Asura Path appeared beside the Holy Lord.

His wrist transformed into a giant hammer, raised high, then—crash! —the hammerhead struck the Holy Lord's abdomen.

In a breath, the Holy Lord was blasted backward, slamming into a nearby pillar.

Dust rose several meters high.

Kaidar, watching silently from the high platform, froze slightly, staring at the Six Paths of Pain, a look of stunned uncertainty crossing his face.

"... Just who are these people?"

The Animal Path, expressionless, formed several hand seals.

Then slammed them onto the ground: "Summoning Technique!"

With a sharp crack, endless dust erupted, and a colossal summoned beast instantly materialized.

These... summoned beasts also had Rinnegan pupils; they roared and charged toward the Holy Lord.

"... It really is the Six Paths of Pain—I'm not mistaken!"