What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 874

“Perhaps the young demonfolk in Luan Yao City did not understand what this meant.”

But most of the demon chieftains of the Hundred Clans had witnessed Shang Jinleng’s terror with their own eyes.

Now that the scene had replayed, that familiar expressionless youth remained standing there as always.

The fear that had gripped their minds in that moment was magnified infinitely—they had already forgotten how to resist.

For a time, the city echoed with the agonized screams of countless demonkind.

On the ramparts, the cat demons Zhuo Kong and Zhuo Yi stood side by side, silently watching it all unfold.

“Brother,” Zhuo Yi asked with a grave expression “are we just going to watch him like this? The orders we received in the Sanctuary were to release Shang Jinleng and bring him back.”

Zhuo Yi had not rushed here across a thousand miles merely to offer free assistance. Completing the mission and earning contribution points were their priorities.

Zhuo Kong replied coldly “What can we do by watching? Didn’t we just try to persuade him? Let him make a scene—once he’s done, he’ll return with us. For now, we wait.”

Zhuo Yi glanced at the distant youth and sighed.

“Indeed, it seems that’s our only option.”

To put it bluntly, the two brothers might excel in array formations, but in terms of sheer strength, neither of them combined could match Shang Jinleng.

That was the true reason they had never considered forcibly taking him away.

A beam of five-colored divine light descended from the sky, instantly shattering a large hole in the cobweb above.

Nangong Jingtang appeared, alighting from the heavens!

At her arrival, the demonfolk of Luan Yao City knelt and worshipped.

In their eyes, Nangong Jingtang was the very personification of the world’s savior.

If she had once stood for them thirty thousand years ago, she surely could again now.

Shang Jinleng naturally saw Nangong Jingtang too.

His expression twisted in an instant—for when old enemies meet, their hatred runs red-hot.

Sealed for three hundred millennia, Shang Jinleng’s resentment was as vast as the heavens.

He shouted angrily “Nangong Jingtang—so you still dare to look for me? Planning once more to use your life to seal me for thirty thousand years? Listen well: this time I won’t give you any chance!”

Nangong Jingtang could not help but sneer.

“Previously you exchanged my life for your seal—that ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) might have been acceptable. But now that I have just found a demon partner to share my future, happiness has only just begun—how could I ever repeat such foolishness?”

When Nangong Jingtang did not answer, Shang Jinleng wasted no words.

He drew from his bosom a small, archaic tripod cauldron. After infusing it with demonic force, the vessel began to expand without limit.

It quickly grew into a gigantic cauldron some thirty zhang tall, hovering above Shang Jinleng’s head and slowly spinning.

A violet glow poured down as if draping him in a diaphanous veil—sacred in appearance, yet a thick stench of blood permeated the air.

At that moment Nangong Jingtang’s face turned extremely grim.

The Blood-Flesh Myriad Souls Cauldron!

It refined the power of blood and flesh and condensed the qi of myriad souls, endlessly supplying its master with demonic force and vitality, ensuring invincibility forever.

Thirty thousand years ago, Nangong Jingtang had been unable to kill Shang Jinleng precisely because of this superior demon-immortal artifact, and had been forced to sacrifice her life to seal him.

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