With Li Changkong and Sun Sun—two legendary Demon Sovereign–realm masters—joining the fray, the Demon clans of East Yao Prefecture roared with renewed courage. Names carried weight, and these two were [N O V E L I G H T] fabled heroes whose presence alone shifted the tide.
Ye Yu arched an eyebrow and murmured, “Looks like you don’t need to call for help after all. You can handle this yourself.”
Bai Qingsong nodded excitedly. He had never imagined things would unfold so miraculously. According to every demonic-hero chronicle, he was undoubtedly the “child of destiny”—always saved from the brink of disaster. If not the fated one, then who?
Yet his expression shifted in an instant. Though Li Changkong and Sun Sun held the rebel host at bay, Demon Lord Nie Wang still stood below the wall! Li Changkong’s words had been clear: “We can help you stop the rebels, but the contest for Demon Lord is yours to decide.” In the Demon Realm, a lord’s personal strength mattered most; only a powerful ruler commanded loyalty. Weak ones were scorned.
Bai Qingsong knew his own limits. Had he been supremely confident, he would have thrown himself at Nie Wang rather than dispatch countless assassins. Yet here he was, forced into a duel in front of all the demons. If he fought honestly, he would surely die.
His only hope rested on Ye Yu. “Nie Wang slew Qu Congchun—his power is immense. I’m no match. I beg you, Big Brother, help me again. And after you slay Nie Wang, support my claim so I can rightfully ascend as Demon Lord. Please, I implore you—you’re already here!”
Ye Yu sighed inwardly. “Already here,” indeed—who could refuse that? He drew his swordless will and vanished from the battlements, descending swiftly to the courtyard.
Nie Wang squinted upward and jeered, “What’s the matter? Coward Bai, too scared to face me? You’re big talk on the walls—come down and prove it!”
A provocation—Ye Yu smirked. Bai Qingsong closed his eyes in feigned meditation. Ye Yu would not be baited. Instead, he leapt forward, his body bolstered by the demon-forging art Demon’s Convergence, and thrust out a single, crushing punch.
Nie Wang cast his aura technique, Demon King’s Wrath, but Ye Yu’s blow shattered it outright and carried him through the sky. With merciless force, Nie Wang was struck dead on the spot. The Demon Lord of Nirvana Prefecture fell, lifeless, before the assembled host.
Silence reigned. None could believe their eyes—least of all Jiao Tian’ao. Now he understood why Ye Yu was called the Demon Lord’s “older brother”: sheer, unfathomable strength.
At that moment Bai Qingsong opened his eyes as if awakened by some grand insight. “Commander Ye, that was my duel! You can’t slay him just because he disrespected me! In future, do nothing without my order, understood?”


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