Chapter Ten

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Yu City, a flight west for eighteen hours from the emperor’s seat, the time of landing is about three to four o'clock local time, still early, not much activity from the demon race in the morning. Three or four individuals walked on the ancient streets paved with large stones, the retro style city, compared to the steel architecture of the Imperial Palace, was a visual shock and also demonstrated that The Demon Realm, from the center of the gate of The Demon Realm, is a forward-looking return route.

"It is temporarily safe here. Four hours later, downstairs, the evening dance will begin. Although I have no interest in attending the dance, you upper-class demon elites seem to enjoy this kind of thing." Nana once again confirmed her itinerary.

"Dance? Then I need to find a dance partner!"

"You have me! Lilith Guer, definitely a good choice. Attending this kind of dance will surely require a person of status!"

"For Lilith to have status, she must first speak with her father; otherwise, you will still be in an exiled status."

"The Demon Realm has approved my entry. Why do I need to discuss with a god?"

"We can talk tonight. Just consider being my dance partner and give the King of the Underworld a surprise!"

Opening the colorful glass window, although it was an old building, it was very well preserved. Although it had the sense of the ages, it was magnificent. Before our last great battle, the things that could be preserved were very few after millions of years of immense change. Besides the familiar and friendly red sky above our heads when we looked up, everything else in The Demon Realm was unfamiliar.

"We should quickly go and prepare for the evening. I think..."

"You can think alone!" Nana looked at my face. "Lilith, let us take you to get a properly fitting dress."

Indeed, she was both a bodyguard and a secretary, so she saw everything clearly.

I was the only one left in the room, the room of course was very luxurious, but that was not important, the evening was.

I picked up the iron mask. Even though I was in The Demon Realm, I needed to appear as a Demon Dragon. The mask was a must-have; my true face was not publicly known among the Demon Kings. Han King could infer it from various signs, but he certainly didn't have absolute certainty. If he were certain, he wouldn't have assigned that kind of demon to deal with me. To kill me in the eyes of the Demon King, he must personally take action to have any confidence, or killing me wasn't because of my identity as the Demon Dragon.

"Reisgol!"

"The River of King Dayu is a forbidden place for us." The extra-long version of the katana was placed on the long table in front of the Cold King.

"Hahaha!" He laughed happily, completely contradicting his cold and aloof demeanor. "We elderly have lived for so long, there's nothing we haven't seen. Right now, what I want the most is comfort and enjoyment. You young folks are either flying or teleporting around all the time. Life should be taken slowly like this."

"Comfort? Enjoyment? You missed one, it's greed!"

"I've possessed greed since I was young. The demonic sword is a magic tool, and it's always a hassle to carry it around." The Cold King opened a bottle of alcohol, and a milky-white liquid poured out, filling the air with its rich aroma.

"Humans always seem so enticing when it comes to alcohol. While we focus on magic, humans focus on their agriculture and machinery. When we focus on machinery, humans engage in massive research on magic. It's quite interesting."

"When the person and the sword are one, I am here, and the sword is here."

"Tony, eventually the sword will devour you." The Cold King poured the alcohol onto the scabbard, and it seeped in. The sword was drinking.

"As long as I can continue to grow stronger, it doesn't matter who is using whom."

"For demons, indeed it doesn't matter. Is the position of demon king comfortable?"

"Comfortable? To truly become a demon king, one must either have the meaning of a Demon Dragon or kill the Demon Dragon. Otherwise, no one will truly believe in our new demon king." Tony clenched the trembling sword in his hand. He was unwilling, perhaps even I would not know how much the demon clan cares about demonic words.

The Cold King wasn't surprised by Tony's actions at all. He also understood, understood his feelings. "In the near future, what you will need is not the approval of the Demon Dragon, but mine."

"Is there really someone who can kill the Demon Dragon?"

"Don't question me!" The Cold King suddenly became furious, and effortlessly crafted an ice sword aimed at Tony's throat. The ice sword was made in less than 0.3 seconds, but the craftsmanship was impeccable. The engravings and grooves were smooth and neat, and the blade was sharp, capable of cleaving anything. This is how a demon king should be, able to do what others cannot. "For 35 million years, the demon king cannot control me anymore."

Tony didn't understand, but the Cold King understood very well. Before the battle between gods and demons, the Demon Dragon despised himself and dared not kill the Demon Dragon. This was his lifelong shadow, which had followed him for 35 million years.

"What about that human boy?" The Cold King put away the sword, and his mood seemed to have calmed down a bit.

"He's dead! The plane crashed, and there's no trace of his remains."

"Keep his body. He is the resistance force of our influence in The Human Realm. How could you dare say there's no trace of his remains? Is it not known that in life we see the person, and in death we see the corpse? The corpse is the only evidence of his death! Find, find his body immediately!" The Cold King's anger erupted again, and he forcefully pressed Tony onto the ground. The angrier he became, the colder the surroundings became. He didn't use magic, it was just his emotions affecting the elements around him. "Go back to the shore by yourself. If you trigger the River God's words, don't expect me to help clean up your mess."

Using magic on the riverbed, triggering the River God of King Dayu, the Cold King could easily deal with it, but he didn't want to. His mood was extremely bad.

Tony's mood was also extremely unpleasant. He gave a fierce sideways glance at the Forst Lord, jumped heavily into the river, and reluctantly endured the Cold King. He hadn't achieved the status of being on equal footing with the Forst Lord. He swore that he would surpass the Cold King one day. He didn't want to bow his head to someone for the rest of his life.

"Demon Dragon!" The Forst Lord crushed the wine glass, turning it into powder.