Chapter 1179

Ye Yu seemed to stand shrouded in mist, making it impossible for anyone to discern his true depths.

In the cultivation world, when you cannot see through another’s level, there are only two possibilities.

First, the other party possesses an artifact that conceals their cultivation.

Second, their cultivation far surpasses your own!

Lu Qingdao was convinced it was the second possibility.

As a peak Demon Lord–realm expert, his experiences were vast.

He had even crossed paths with Demon Emperor–realm cultivators.

He prided himself on being worldly.

Yet he never imagined there existed such a terrifying being as Ye Yu in the demon world.

Lu Qingdao had only cast a scrutinizing glance at Ye Yu when the Demon God projection behind Ye Yu immediately took notice.

The Demon God’s gaze shifted, meeting Lu Qingdao’s eyes.

It was deep and icy, carrying a soul–seizing force.

In that instant, Lu Qingdao realized this Demon God was more than a mere illusion, and he subconsciously began to deduce its true nature.

But before he could even finish that deduction, a heavy blow struck his spirit.

His face turned ashen, and he fought to suppress the surging demonic blood within, barely restraining himself from vomiting.

That was all he could do.

At this moment, Lu Qingdao could not even move an inch, let alone draw on his demonic power.

Such a ferocious backlash was completely beyond his expectations.

He glanced at Ye Yu’s indifferent expression—Ye Yu hadn’t even deigned to look directly at him.

Lu Qingdao felt utter despair.

A mere backlash had grievously wounded a peak Demon Lord–realm expert, robbing him of all combat capability.

In Ye Yu’s eyes, /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ he was nothing!

Grandfather, father, I may not fulfill your hopes!

Despondent, Lu Qingdao could no longer contain the raging demonic blood. He spat a mouthful of blood and collapsed heavily to the ground.

I... have lost!

Before his consciousness faded, Lu Qingdao managed to utter those three words.

The Old Lu family’s ancestral creed: win with glory; lose, and you must bite the bullet and admit it!

No doubt, the demon–world heart demons of the Old Lu family took their creed seriously.

Although his voice was faint, the powerful demons present could all hear it.

They turned to see the once–arrogant would-be Demon Lord of Kongming Prefecture now grievously wounded and unconscious.

Everyone present felt only two words in their hearts:

“Holy shit!”

In that moment, the phrase “power unfathomable” became perfectly concrete!

Only moments after his arrival, Ye Yu—unnoticed—had defeated a peak Demon Lord–realm rival.

Truly terrifying!

The next instant, the crimson numbers above every demon’s head began to multiply wildly!

Some even knelt, shamelessly chanting: “Welcome, Lord Demon Lord of Kongming Prefecture!”

Of course, many scorned such behavior!

How could they kneel so smoothly and quickly?

He hadn’t even said a word—just basking in his own spectacle? You really want the throne?

Disgraceful!

“We’ll kneel too!”

In an instant, the kneeling demons began to chant in unison: “Welcome, Lord Demon Lord of Kongming Prefecture!”

Yes—such power made the half–hour contest period irrelevant.

At this point, who could still resist?

Who—else?

(Voice cracks edition!)

Staring at the scene below, Ye Yu was stunned.

What the hell?

What on earth is happening?

And that bastard lying there—was he courting death?

I never even touched you!

You can’t shamelessly fall like that!

Honestly, Ye Yu had planned this trip as a simple formality: show up, unleash some flashy effects to pose as a powerful figure, then leave.

As for the Demon Lord seat—he couldn’t care less.

Even if he did, what use was it?

After so long exploring, Ye Yu understood the true purpose of the “look-strong” spectacle.

It was all for show—flashy effects to intimidate!

If it worked, everyone rejoiced, and he collected submission points.

If it didn’t, any high-level demon could swipe at him and kill him on the spot.

Describing his situation as walking a high-wire without a net was no exaggeration.

One misstep, and Ye Yu would plummet into an endless abyss.

He had to be extremely cautious!

The Demon Lord seat of Kongming Prefecture was a hot potato—what if some fool still rushed to snatch it?

Time to go—quickly!

He had already harvested nearly all the submission points he could; staying longer served no purpose.

With that thought, Ye Yu swung his sleeves to prepare his departure.

But at that moment...

Eight peak Demon Lord–realm experts suddenly appeared.

Two of them, of all people, blocked his path back!

What rotten luck!

Go around them?

Impossible.

His flashy spectacle was in full display; anyone would assume he was invincible.

If he tried to bypass them, it would expose his bluff.

But if he didn’t—and tried to push through—those two wouldn’t let him pass.

They would have to fight!

And if they did, he’d likely die in a single clash.

What was he to do?

Unbeknownst to Ye Yu, those two peak Demon Lord–realm experts were just as apprehensive.

They had been teleported here and had no idea how chaotic matters would be.

Now, under Ye Yu’s icy gaze, brothers Pang Longhai and Pang Longshan were stricken with dread.

“Big brother, it feels like he’s staring at us—what should we do?”

“What can we do? If he doesn’t move, neither do we! Let everything wait until the Demon Lord arrives!”

“All right... this spectacle terrifies me too!”

“Of course—who wouldn’t be scared? My legs are numb!”

“Hold on, we must hold on!”

The atmosphere froze in an instant.

No one dared speak.

Every demon present held their breath, awaiting what would happen next.

They were all curious: why had so many powerful beings appeared? Were they all here to vie for the Demon Lord seat?