What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 937

Ye Yu watched two streaks of sword light hurtle toward them, their force undiminished. He had no intention of meeting them head-on and, undecided, slipped behind Bai Qingsong, the Demon Lord of Dongyao Prefecture.

Bai Qingsong’s face immediately twisted in bewilderment. “Hey, friend, that’s a bit much! I’m your ally, not your human shield. Standing right behind me—could you be any more obvious?”

Before Bai Qingsong could voice any further complaint, Qu Zhengding, the ostentatious Demon Lord of Xianyan Prefecture, barked, “Fellow Demon Lords, unite and resist!” He strode forward and swept his arm through the air, channeling his demon qi to erect a black barrier.

At his signal, the other Demon Lords also sprang into action—except for two veterans who lingered in the rear. Ye Yu and Ling Qiansha, Demon Lord of Qintian Prefecture, exchanged a glance, amusement dancing in their eyes. They were the only ones left in the back row; it was hard not to notice each other. Neither felt any embarrassment. To stand behind the front line was natural—Ye Yu’s cultivation was the weakest among them, while the others were all Demon Lord Realm or half-step Demon Emperor Realm. It was only right that the strongest bore the brunt of the fight. And Ling Qiansha, his cultivation the highest, was being saved as a secret weapon, not to be used lightly.

Everyone expected the barrier to hold the oncoming sword lights. Yet, at the very last moment, Ling Qiansha flickered into motion. With a single outstretched hand, he dissolved both sword lights into nothingness. His sudden intervention took everyone by surprise.

“Weren’t you supposed to only deal with Immortal Emperor Realm opponents? Why step forward now? A guilty conscience or just waking from too much idling?” murmured the assembled Demon Lords.

Before they could ponder further, fifteen figures materialized before them. This array of Immortals was far stronger than the previous group: twelve Immortal Kings, two half-step Immortal Emperors, and at their center a young man astride a flying sword, his righteous bearing unmistakable. That he occupied the center—even ahead of the half-step Immortal Emperors—and radiated an inscrutable aura suggested he, too, was likely of Immortal Emperor caliber.

“Who is this newcomer? I’ve never seen him before,” Ye Yu mused, scrutinizing the youth. The boy appeared unremarkable; encountering him randomly, one would never «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» suspect he was an Immortal Emperor.

The youth was the first to speak in a familiar tone, “Ling Qiansha, after that sword strike failed to kill you, it seems you’ve risen another level. Shouldn’t you be thanking me?”

Ling Qiansha’s expression was icy, neither angry nor pleased. “Tang Tianjia, we have waited for this day far too long. Today, I hope one of us will meet death!”

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