Su Luo once again assumed the role of Left Envoy and began his return.
Now that the Heavenly Demon Sect had retreated in disarray to the Nightshade Forest, the atmosphere was extremely tense.
Lately, nothing had gone right for the Heavenly Demon Sect. Some of the newer members were already considering whether it was time to flee.
They used to say the Heavenly Demon Sect was the foremost demonic faction, but that was clearly a thing of the past.
The higher-ups of the sect weren’t faring any better.
At this moment, the Right Envoy and the other three Demon Lords were waiting for the Left Envoy’s return.
Yet, after so long, there was still no sign of him—no one knew where he had gone.
Growing impatient, the Right Envoy’s irritation flared when he noticed the East Extreme Demon Lord lounging lazily, as if he couldn’t care less.
Then it struck him—he hadn’t seen the East Extreme Demon Lord during the earlier battle.
He immediately demanded, "East Extreme Demon Lord, where were you earlier? I didn’t see you at all."
His tone carried an unmistakable edge of interrogation.
The East Extreme Demon Lord replied with a languid smirk, "You know Nangong Xiyun, don’t you? Surely you’re aware she’s from the Seven Stars Sword Sect."
"What are you implying? Did you intercept her?"
"Naturally."
What?!
His words sent shockwaves through the other three.
Especially the West Extreme Demon Lord and the North End Demon Lord—they had assumed the East Extreme Demon Lord was on par with them in strength. Neither of them would dare claim they could stop Nangong Xiyun.
After all, Nangong Xiyun was at the Great Ascension stage!
"Tsk, look at your stunned faces. How embarrassing."
The East Extreme Demon Lord then unleashed his aura.
Great Ascension stage!
"When did you reach the Great Ascension stage?!" The Right Envoy was equally shocked.
"Dunno. It just happened naturally," the East Extreme Demon Lord replied nonchalantly, his smug expression begging for a punch.
"Why didn’t you say so earlier? If we’d known, we could’ve adjusted our plans!" The Right Envoy’s frustration surged—why hide such power?
"Pfft. I already stopped Nangong Xiyun. Meanwhile, you all failed miserably. What’s there to say? Why don’t you blame these two for not reaching the Great Ascension stage sooner?"
The North End Demon Lord and the West Extreme Demon Lord fell silent.
As if they hadn’t tried. It wasn’t that simple.
Did he think breaking through to the Great Ascension stage was easy?
The East Extreme Demon Lord pressed on, "You’re weak, yet you’re trying to shift the blame onto me? Sorry, but I’ve already done my part flawlessly. Your failure is your own problem."
The Right Envoy was left speechless. It was true—the East Extreme Demon Lord had accomplished a great feat by intercepting Nangong Xiyun. Originally, the Right Envoy had assumed he’d be the one facing her.
So, he redirected his frustration toward the Left Envoy, snapping, "Where’s the Demon Sovereign? Why isn’t he back yet?"
"I’m here." The Left Envoy finally returned, stepping in slowly.
"What were you doing? Don’t you realize the Heavenly Demon Sect needs you right now?"
After a defeat, the leader should at least address the situation and discuss future plans to reassure the ranks.
The Right Envoy could already see the sect’s morale crumbling. Without decisive action, their forces would scatter.
"I brought him back." The Left Envoy tossed something onto the ground.
It was the corpse of the South End Demon Lord.
"At least you managed that much," the Right Envoy conceded grudgingly, though his tone remained sharp.
A heavy silence settled over them. Despite their meticulous preparations—even crafting the Thousandfold Thunderbell—they had still failed.
But someone had to voice the obvious.
Again, it was the Right Envoy: "Demon Sovereign, this defeat cost us everything. We can’t attempt this again anytime soon. What’s your plan now?"
"I didn’t anticipate so many variables—the Emperor Heaven Sect’s interference, Jiang Ningshu showing up… How could I have predicted all that?"
"And? You’re just going to brush it off with ‘how could I have known’?"
"Blame the South End Demon Lord. If he’d dealt with Jiang Ningshu sooner, my Thousandfold Thunderbell wouldn’t have failed."
"You’re pinning this on a dead man?" The Right Envoy wanted the Left Envoy to admit fault—to stop acting so high and mighty.
"What’s your problem, Right Envoy? Always opposing me?"
"I’m just stating facts."
Their voices grew increasingly hostile.
"Cut the act. I’ve noticed your attitude for a while now. Do you want my position?"
"I do not!"
"Then shut your mouth. I’m the Demon Sovereign. Who are you to question me?"
"Fine. I won’t say another word. Let’s see how you run the Heavenly Demon Sect into the ground."
"There’s still a chance to turn things around. Just wait—I’ll figure something out."
"Oh, sure. Without the Thousandfold Thunderbell, what can you possibly do? Oh, wait—my bad. I’m not supposed to talk. My mistake."
He’d already said enough.
The Demon Lords stayed silent during the argument. It was rare to see the Left and Right Envoys clash so fiercely.
They used to be a seamless duo, often executing joint techniques.
But ever since the Left Envoy became the Demon Sovereign, things had deteriorated.
"Does anyone else have something to say?"
The Demon Lords shook their heads. At this point, anything they said would fall on deaf ears.
"Fine. Meeting adjourned. Everyone, get some rest." The Left Envoy stormed off, his face dark.
What was supposed to be a strategy session had devolved into this.
No discussion, no resolution.
But one thing was clear—the Left Envoy wanted absolute authority. His word was law, and no one was allowed to challenge him.
As the East Extreme Demon Lord stood to leave, the Right Envoy called out, "Doesn’t this bother you?"
"Why should it?"
"He looks down on us now."
"Meh. I couldn’t care less."
For someone who lived by his own rules, none of this mattered. The East Extreme Demon Lord’s only concern was doing as he pleased—a role that was refreshingly simple to play.
Seeing his indifference, the Right Envoy didn’t press further.
The East Extreme Demon Lord left.
"What about you, North End Demon Lord?"
"What do you mean, Right Envoy?"
"What are your thoughts on the Demon Sovereign?"
"The Demon Sovereign is the Demon Sovereign. It’s not my place to comment." His reply was diplomatic—he wasn’t about to pick sides without knowing the full picture.
With that, he too departed.
But privately, he wondered: Is the Heavenly Demon Sect on its last legs? Should I activate my backup plan?
His contingency was his undercover ties to the Emperor Heaven Sect.
He didn’t want the Heavenly Demon Sect to collapse, but the tides seemed irreversible.
The Right Envoy turned to the last one. "And you, West Extreme Demon Lord?"
"You seem to have something interesting to say. Go on."
The West Extreme Demon Lord shrugged. As an assassin from the Shadow Organization, boldness was second nature.
The Right Envoy had hoped to recruit him but couldn’t outright reveal his allegiance to the Earthly Fiend Sect.
Instead, he vaguely mentioned having an escape plan—if the Heavenly Demon Sect truly fell, would the West Extreme Demon Lord join him?
The West Extreme Demon Lord replied, "If the sect collapses, why not?"
The Right Envoy nodded. One Demon Lord secured. Originally, he’d planned to recruit all three.
But the South End Demon Lord was dead, the East Extreme Demon Lord had grown too powerful (and aloof), and the North End Demon Lord… well, there might still be a chance.
Judging by the Left Envoy’s current state, the Right Envoy was convinced the Heavenly Demon Sect wouldn’t last much longer.
It was time to prepare for the inevitable.
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