Although he was called Sky Devouring Emperor, Ao Zhong's actual strength was far beyond a mere Demon King, having already reached the Demon Ancestor realm. Therefore, even when facing Ao Bifang and his group of experts, he felt no fear at all. His leader's aura spread out invisibly, pressing down on Ao Bifang and the others.
"Demon Lord BiFang, this emperor is busy with an important matter of the clan. Why have you brought so many people here to disturb me unprovoked?" Ao Zhong asked in a deep voice.
"Humph!"
Ao Bifang's face was also cold as he said heavily, "I'm afraid there is no matter more important right now than us coming to find you."
"What do you mean?" Ao Zhong frowned.
"Still asking what I mean? Do you know what unfilial and outrageous thing your son Ao Qing has done?" Ao Bifang asked coldly.
"My son Ao Qing?"
Ao Zhong gave a cold laugh and said, "Ao Bifang, I suspect you're just bored and looking for trouble. As everyone knows, my son was exiled from the clan long ago. If you want to find fault, at least find a better reason, okay?"
"You all may leave. This emperor has no time to bother with you."
With that, Ao Zhong waved his palm dismissively, showing a face full of impatience as he prepared to leave.
"Humph, I have no mood to joke with you." Ao Bifang said coldly, "Do you know that your unfilial son has broken the perfect chastity of my Devouring Demon Wolf clan's saintess Ao Qingcheng?"
As these words fell, Ao Zhong, who was just about to leave, almost fell out of the sky.
"You're talking about Ao Qingcheng?" Ao Zhong asked in shock.
"Yes!"
Ao Bifang's mouth issued an icy voice.
"Hahaha...."
However, Ao Zhong suddenly burst into loud laughter and mocked loudly, "Ao Bifang, everyone knows about your Red Sun clan's wolfish ambitions, always eyeing my imperial clan's position, trying to plot against us every day. But can you find a slightly more convincing reason?"
"Saying my worthless third son did Ao Qingcheng, that's pure bullshit. You'll need someone to actually believe it!"
Having said that, Ao Zhong impatiently glanced at them, thinking that this moment must have caused dissatisfaction to his wife. Compared to getting entangled with these nitpickers, it would be better to coax his wife.
"I'm not joking with you!"
Ao Bifang gritted his teeth until they cracked, sending out cold sounds one word at a time.
At the same time, the group behind him stared at Ao Zhong with eyes full of hatred and killing intent rising up.
Seeing this scene, Ao Zhong's mind shuddered violently.
Looking at Ao Bifang and the others glaring with wide eyes, he asked in disbelief, "What you said is true? My son really did Ao Qingcheng?"
Without waiting for Ao Bifang and the others to answer, seeing their expressions, Ao Zhong instantly confirmed the truth of the matter.
Unable to help it, Ao Zhong let out a "pfft" laugh.
Then he burst into loud laughter.
"Ha...."
"Hahahahaha...."
"Awesome, my son is awesome! He truly inherited this emperor's skills. As expected of my son Ao Qing, haha...."
However, Ao Zhong's laughter only made Ao Bifang and the others' faces even gloomier, as if they could drip water, and even more killing intent emerged.
"Ao Zhong, you're still laughing. What do you mean?"
"Your unfilial son ruined Qingcheng's chastity, which is equivalent to destroying my entire Devouring Demon Wolf clan. Not only do you not give us an explanation, you even laugh about it here. What kind of Sky Devouring Emperor are you?"
"That's right, you should know that Qingcheng is the saintess of my Devouring Demon Wolf clan, bearing the future of my entire clan's lineage!"
For a time, Ao Bifang and the others behind him were full of anger, scolding Ao Zhong.
"The future of the Devouring Demon Wolf clan?"
Hearing this, Ao Zhong stopped laughing and snorted coldly, "This emperor isn't dead yet, so don't talk about the future. You're really pasting gold on Ao Qingcheng's face. If you really want to talk about it, I see she's the future of your Red Sun clan, right?"
"What do you mean?"
Ao Bifang shouted deeply.
"No meaning. Who doesn't know you want to rely on Ao Qingcheng to turn the Red Sun clan into the imperial clan?" Ao Zhong shouted back without courtesy.
"Humph!"
Ao Bifang was seen through by Ao Zhong, but his face showed no embarrassment at all. Instead, he righteously said, "Since ancient times, the position of Sky Devouring Emperor has belonged to the most capable. As the number one of the younger generation of the Devouring Demon Wolf clan, it is only natural that Qingcheng will one day lead my Red Sun clan to become the imperial clan."
"Humph, then just wait until this emperor is dead before you talk about it!" Ao Zhong snorted angrily.
"Ao Zhong, I don't want to argue with you about these things. For Ao Qing's matter, you must give us an explanation today!" Ao Bifang shouted deeply.
"That's right. Don't mention that you're the Sky Devouring Emperor. Your son has committed such outrageous acts, you must give us an explanation!"
At this moment, Ao Bifang's followers also began pressuring Ao Zhong.
"An explanation?"
Ao Zhong gave a cold laugh, "I ought to ask you all for an explanation. My innocent son Ao Qing, who knows if that Ao Qingcheng seduced him!"
"You...."
Ao Zhong's words rendered Ao Bifang so angry he almost spit blood.
To actually spew such shameless words!
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