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Rong Feng was so startled by the Demon Lord’s laughter that he felt goosebumps all over.

At that moment, a cloud of black mist carrying a fist-sized golden cup appeared in Rong Feng’s line of sight. The cup was inlaid with red, yellow, and blue gemstones and looked like an exquisitely crafted artifact.

Rong Feng couldn’t help but reach out to catch the cup, but to his surprise, the cup spun around in front of his eyes before being quickly swept away by the black mist, growing ever more distant.

Just as the black mist was about to take the Divine Artifact back behind the iron door, a white orb of light suddenly appeared.

Lan Xi’s Goddess Sword slashed through the black mist, which, caught off guard, winced in pain and released the cup.

Lan Xi took the opportunity to snatch away the Divine Artifact.

"Who dares," roared the Demon Lord in rage, "who dares to steal my Divine Artifact."

Lan Xi grabbed the cup, took hold of Rong Feng’s collar, and retreated to the center of the great hall, her mouth curving into a cold smile as she gazed at the two clusters of Ghost Fire dancing above the iron chest, "Who would have thought that the mighty Demon Lord is just a Spiritual Body. No wonder you don’t show yourself in such an important war. "

"Aaah! Who are you? You dare to barge into the Demon Palace, little girl, you must be tired of living!" the Demon Lord bellowed in anger, and soon the entire Demon Palace was shrouded in dark clouds.

Rong Feng only felt the air around him turn suddenly cold as if the chill of a desolate dawn had descended.

"Tired of living? How could that be, I’m only over twenty thousand years old, there’s still a long life ahead of me!

" Lan Xi put away the Goddess Sword, took the fan from Rong Feng’s hand, and spoke in a tone neither hurried nor slow, "Unlike you, an old monster who knows how old, is the one who is tired of living. Even if you force a drop of Primordial Spirit Blood from my body, you won’t become a true God. "

"What did you say...?" As the Demon Lord spoke, a mountainous surge of Demonic Qi attacked Lan Xi directly.

This brazen girl dared to mock him as an old monster?

Even with the Primordial Spirit Blood, not becoming a God?

"Aaah! I will kill you, kill you, I’ll be the highest, most supreme God in this world."

Endless black mist surged toward Lan Xi, who twirled the fan in her hand, tilting her head as she looked at the clusters of Ghost Fire, a sharp murderous intent flashing in her eyes.

She waved the fan forcefully, and the boundless Spiritual Energy blew like a hurricane, scattering all the black mist on its way.

In an instant, the terrifying malevolence within the Demon Palace dissipated, leaving only the two howling, angry green fires, "This is impossible, I felt that I was about to attain Divinity, I was going to become a Demigod; no one in this world can defeat me."

Lan Xi sneered, pacing within the Demon Palace with the hem of her snow-white robe, pure as the water of the Heavenly Pond, "It’s a pity that if you had awaited Divinity before starting the war, perhaps no one could have dealt with you. But now, you still haven’t attained Divinity, have you?"

"Could it be...?" Realizing this, the Demon Lord suddenly fell silent as if struck by a heavy blow, the flames flickering uncertainly.

That Lan Xi could easily steal the Divine Artifact and even disperse his Demonic Qi proved she was stronger than him.

The Demon Lord couldn’t believe what had happened; the Ghost Fire turned to Rong Feng, seeing his own disciple standing in the enemy camp, and in an instant, his heart erupted with extreme rage.

"Roar!" As a demonic sound echoed, Lan Xi instinctively covered her ears, the sound throbbing painfully in her head.

When the sound dissipated, the Rong Feng beside her was swept away by a gust of Demonic Qi, vanishing from sight.

Lan Xi’s expression changed drastically, and she chased after him with her fan in hand.

At this moment, Rong Feng was terrified, his whole body trembling uncontrollably. Being captured by the Demon Lord, death was certain; betraying his Master was already a capital offense, to say nothing of the fact that this man was the Demon Lord.

"Master, please... spare my life..."

Before Rong Feng could finish pleading for mercy, he was sent flying by a slap from the Demon Lord, and he crashed harshly onto a desolate mountainside.

"You actually dared to collude with outsiders to betray me? Tell me, what else have you been hiding from me?" the Demon Lord knew without thinking how the war had turned out.

Lan Xi was stronger than him; who else in this world could be her match?

As his disciple, instead of coming back to report the news of the war at the earliest opportunity, he had concealed it from him and helped the other side steal the Divine Artifact.

"Master, I was wrong. It was Lan Xi who coerced me, please forgive me this once!" Rong Feng quickly knelt down to admit his mistake. He didn’t want to die, he truly didn’t want to die.

Although his parents’ great revenge had been avenged, he had not yet found his sister, he could not die.

"Forgive you! Hahaha... Give me one reason to forgive you?" The Demon Lord’s body was enveloped in a cloud of black mist, his Demonic Qi surged to fifteen meters high, an icy wind whistling around, painfully sharp to the ears.

"I will never be misled by others again!" Rong Feng knelt on the ground, crawling before the Demon Lord, repeatedly knocking his head on the floor, trying to salvage the situation. Although he knew the likelihood of the Demon Lord sparing him was minuscule, he still struggled desperately.

Now that Lan Xi had obtained the Divine Artifact and rescued the person, she would definitely make a swift retreat from the Demon Realm and wouldn’t care about his life or death anymore.

What about taking him as a disciple? That was all a trick to deceive him, and he had actually believed it to be true.

Aren’t immortals the ones who like to say one thing and do another?

At this moment, only desolation remained in Rong Feng’s heart...

The Demon Lord sneered, "Rong Feng, the only use you have now is to let me possess your body. That way, you can have the power of the Demon Lord, and your life from now on will be at my command."

"What?" Rong Feng was so scared that he fell backward onto the ground.

Was this not taking over his body?

"Why do you think I took you as my disciple? If it wasn’t for the fact that your foundation was good and could be made into a fine vessel, why would I bother to teach you the Demonic Technique and let you act recklessly within the Demon Palace?

But you have failed all my expectations, so I have no choice but to occupy your body ahead of time. "

"No, I can’t, I am still too weak, I cannot contain your magic power." Terrified, Rong Feng sprinted to escape.

But suddenly, a stream of black Demonic Qi entangled his body.

"Thinking of running now? It’s too late! I was willing to let you live for tens of thousands more years, but now, the fate of traitors is to die immediately for me."

As the Demon Lord spoke, two wisps of Ghost Fire spiraled above Rong Feng’s head.

Rong Feng only felt an instant splitting headache, unwillingly his eyes widened, he truly did not yet want to die.

"Kid, give up resisting. Otherwise, you’ll die without even leaving ashes behind!" the Demon Lord roared, the two wisps of Ghost Fire about to drill into Rong Feng’s head.

At the critical moment, a sharp Sword Qi swept directly over Rong Feng’s head. It was so close that it even scattered his Silver Hair Crown to the ground.

Without any hesitation, Lan Xi used Spiritual Energy to weave a long whip, binding around Rong Feng’s waist, "Demon Lord, what do you intend to do with my disciple?"

"Your disciple? Hahaha... Lan Xi, this person has betrayed her sect twice, and her death is not to be regretted. You taking her as a disciple will ensure that one day you’ll end up like me.

" Without hesitation, the Demon Lord used his Demonic Qi to trap Rong Feng, intending to corrupt the last bit of his Spirit Root.

Even if Lan Xi took him back, he would be a wreck.