Chapter 875

“Through Qiao Wensong’s memories, Ye Yu already knew of his connection to Shang Jinleng.

One could even say that the reason Shang Jinleng was able to run rampant in the Demon Realm was because he had a Sanctuary Elder as his backer.

It was Qiao Wensong who had ordered Nangong Jingtang not to interfere with anything Shang Jinleng did!

So Ye Yu was not surprised by Shang Jinleng’s address of “Second Uncle.”

You like calling me “Uncle,” do you?

Then let your dear uncle show you a little more affection!

Under the gaze of all the demonfolk, Qiao Wensong’s form flickered, and in an instant he was before Shang Jinleng, delivering a sharp slap across his face.

The crisp smack echoed through the city walls!

Many demons involuntarily shivered, some even covering their own cheeks.

That was quite a blow!

Even at the peak of Demon King Realm, Shang Jinleng’s mouth and nose bled from the strike.

His face contorted with rage as he wiped away the blood and snarled, “Uncle, what do you mean by this?”

Qiao Wensong raised a hand, pointing at Ye Yu.

“I’ll tell you—your uncle loves to be ridden! See that demon over there? From now on, call him ‘Master’!”

At these words, Nangong Jingtang’s eyes flew wide in disbelief as she stared at Ye Yu.

She thought she understood—yet dared not be certain, for it was utterly inconceivable!

Shang Jinleng glanced at Ye Yu, and upon realizing Ye Yu was only at the Lord Realm, his anger flared even higher.

“Uncle, have you gone mad? A mere Goat Demon—what merit has he?”

“Heh, you brat, still talking back?”

Qiao Wensong snorted and raised his hand again, delivering an even fiercer slap.

This one sent Shang Jinleng crashing to the ground, shockwaves rippling outward!

All the demons watched in stunned silence.

If the first slap could be dismissed as flattering the Predestined Great Demon, this second was indefensible.

Calling you “uncle” proved you were his nephew, not his enemy—yet you struck him so hard!

At that moment, the

Blood-Flesh Myriad Souls Cauldron

glowed fiercely, tendrils of violet qi streaming into Shang Jinleng, healing his wounds.

This prevented his face from swelling grotesquely.

Ye Yu arched an eyebrow.

On his command, Qiao Wensong immediately gathered the cauldron into his hand.

Indeed, the true master of this treasure was Sanctuary Elder Qiao Wensong. He could grant its use to Shang Jinleng and retrieve it just as easily.

“Foolish nephew, it’s wasted on you—your uncle will make better use of it!”

With that, Qiao Wensong erased the cauldron’s marks and tossed it to Ye Yu, who caught it.

A brutal aura leapt from the artifact.

Ye Yu instantly suppressed it with his own demonic force.

“This little thing has quite the temper—needs taming!”

Shang Jinleng rose slowly, murderous intent radiating as he glared at Qiao Wensong.

“Heh, you dare glare at me? Deserve to die!”

Qiao Wensong lifted his hand for a third slap—but Shang Jinleng seized his arm with one hand.

“You... are not my uncle!”

Having reached the peak Demon King Realm, Shang Jinleng was no fool. All of this was far too strange.

He knew Qiao Wensong’s pride—how could he fawn over a Lord-Realm Goat Demon?

There was only one answer: this demon was no longer his uncle!

Even if Shang Jinleng died that moment, he could not fathom that Ye Yu controlled the once half-Demon Emperor Qiao Wensong.

It was beyond belief!

Qiao Wensong smiled oddly but said nothing. He struck again—another slap on Shang Jinleng’s cheek.

This time, Shang Jinleng fought back, unleashing countless webs to bind Qiao Wensong.

But Qiao Wensong was no mere novice. With one finger pointed skyward, a blade of light sliced through the webs.

Then, raising his left hand to the heavens, he summoned dark clouds and mist—a hundred-zhang hand descended from above, crushing Shang Jinleng.

The face-spider prince coughed up blood on the spot!

As a former half-Demon Emperor, Qiao Wensong still had formidable prowess—he pressed Shang Jinleng into the earth with relentless blows.

The assembled demons erupted in cheers.

But Ye Yu frowned.

“This isn’t how the script goes—if it continues like this, how will we reap ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) justice points?”

With that thought, Ye Yu signaled Qiao Wensong to feign weakness.

Instantly, Qiao Wensong’s strength seemed to drain away—he no longer fought with the former ferocity.

Gradually, Shang Jinleng regained the upper hand.

Seizing the moment, Ye Yu addressed the survivors in Luan Yao City:

“Everyone, don’t watch! My mount won’t last much longer—soon he may be slain, and then it will be our turn!”

At his words, the demons trembled and began to flee.

Ye Yu raised a hand and continued:

“Calm down! I’ll open an exit for you. But you know me—I stand for justice. Anyone who leaves must swear, from this day forth, to uphold justice and never commit treachery. Agreed?”

“Predestined Great Demon, m-m-me—I want to go first! I’m just a demon, but my heart will always honor justice!”

“B-bullshit! I am the true justice! I swear it now!”

“Get out of my way! I’ve done wrong, but if you let me leave today, I will carve ‘justice’ on my forehead and never forget it!”

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Faced with a chance to survive, demons would swear anything Ye Yu asked—even kneeling and beseeching him as their godfather.