Imperial God Emperor 672 - The new Demon King candidate

Chapter 672, The new Demon King candidate
When the map is unrolled, the dagger is revealed; here, it felt as though they were on the verge of breaking out into a fight.
Threatening a state with one man's power.
Such a crazy thing could only be done by the current Ye Qingyu.
The old Demon King took on a ghastly expression all of a sudden.
But eventually resumed the same calm and peaceful look that he displayed before.
His originally sword-sharp gaze also gradually faded, smiling, he said, “Good, good, you're really worthy of being called the War God of the Human Race... I really am getting old. I really admire the courage of you young people... Every age brings forth new talents, who each will rule its own domain for years to come. Now Palace Lord Ye has emerged in Heaven Wasteland Domain, who can contend with him.”
Ye Qingyu's face remained unchanged as he said with a faint smile, “Demon King Your Majesty is over praising me.””
“But...” The old Demon King suddenly changed topics, “Palace Lord Ye must have heard that Commander Burning Snow has been killed. Burning Snow is from a noble clan of the Snow Ground Demon Race. He is one of my trusted aides. Over the years he had worked his heart out for the Snow Ground Demon Race. Among the Snow Ground Demon Race, his prestige is no less than mine. Now that the matter of Burning Snow being assassinated has spread across the Snow Ground, all Demon Races are furious. If this matter is not resolved, even if I intend to make peace with the Human Race, the majority of the demons will never agree to this.”
Ye Qingyu suddenly revealed a smiling expression when he heard what the Snow Ground Demon King said.
At this point, he already knew the decision of the King of the Snow Ground Demon Race.
“This matter, very well.” Ye Qingyu slowly rose to his feet. “I will bring the murderer who assassinated Burning Snow to Your Majesty, that will quell the wrath of the demons. Moreover, my Youyan Pass also had suffered an attack from the Snow Ground Ancient Demons, I believe this matter has nothing to do with the demon court, so I do not want to pursue this matter anymore. Your Majesty should be able to guess the true key to the problem, the true intelligent demons with vision will also surely not be blinded by this tactic.”
“Even if things are explained clearly, there will be some demons pretending to be confused.” The old Demon King sighed.
Ye Qingyu finally showed a hint of disappointment on his face. “It seems that Your Majesty really is old.”
Taken aback for a moment, the old Demon King reddened with anger, and then burst into a hearty laughter.
“For hundreds of years, you are the first person who dares speak like that in front of me. I understand what you mean, I do not have the heart to kill? Yes, I am indeed old, without the murderous spirit and anger of back then, always like to reminisce the past, and easily care about some old feelings... But, rest assured, now, I also know that it is time to shed some blood. The Snow Ground Demon Court can no longer decline. Fine, I agree to the conditions of the Human Race.”
This moment, the figure sitting high on the ice throne, suddenly appeared taller and more imposing.
The previous imposing manner from the person who occupied a leading position and who looked disdainfully at Heaven Wasteland Domain, like a whale who was swallowing the world, had finally returned to the Demon King's body. The figure on the throne vaguely radiated the graceful bearing of the demon expert who ruled a part of Heaven Wasteland Domain.
But it was just for a moment.
Hearing that the Snow Ground Demon King finally gave a firm answer, Ye Qingyu was not as excited as expected.
In fact, he had already predicted this result when he departed Youyan Pass.
At this moment, Ye Qingyu's heart gained a hint of sympathy along with admiration for this Demon King.
Because the old Demon King was almost dead.
Any living creature, if they could accomplish and do what the old Demon King had done in one hundred years, and unified the Snow Ground Demon Race into one, was worthy of admiration. There was no doubt that the old Demon King was once a leading figure of Heaven Wasteland Domain, but now... Ye Qingyu could distinctly sense that the strength within the Demon King's body was quietly dimming and flowing away. In order to maintain the unity of the Demon Race, and in order to retain the glory and pride of the King, when his life force and cultivation had reached the peak and could not be increased any more, he had not sealed himself and went into deep sleep like the ancient demons, and instead chose to withstand.
He had missed the opportunity. He was at the end of his life.
And the old Demon King obviously also very sharply sensed the changes in Ye Qingyu's mind.
“You’ve noticed.” The Demon King smiled bitterly.
The reason he wanted to see Ye Qingyu in the Xuan Ice Demon Tower was to use the power of the Demon God blood in the Xuan Ice to cover up some things. What he did not expect was that the War God of the Human Race was more terrifying than the old Demon King had imagined, still able to sense the decay of the demon source in his body.
Ye Qingyu didn't speak.
Old Demon King, after a pause, said, “I know what you fear, human. Rest assured that what I have promised you, will definitely be achieved... And even if I die, the new Demon King will certainly be able to uphold my will. Also, I am certain that Palace Lord Ye will cooperate very harmoniously with the new Demon King, hahahaha..."
At the end, a rare colour of pride surfaced onto the old Demon King's face, there was even a slight mischievous expression.
Ye Qingyu instinctively sensed that the candidate for the new king of the Snow Ground Demon Court would surely shock all people.
“Who is the new King?” Ye Qingyu finally couldn't help asking.
The Old Demon King broke out in a fit of laughter, tears overflowed his eyes. It was only after a long while that he stopped and grinned at Ye Qingyu. “Guess.”
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The Demon God Snow Mountain was an eternal divine mountain of the Snow Ground Demon Race.
Shanyang was the place under the protection of the Demon God, therefore the natural conditions were relatively good.
Shanyin, on the other hand, was the most bitter and harsh place in the entire Snow Ground Demon Court.
It was noon.
At a deep valley of Shanyin.
Ye Qingyu was standing on the edge of a ten thousand meter cliff on the right side of the valley.
The valley was dark with no daylight all year round, and the terrain was like a thread of the sky.
At first glance, the valley looked like a canyon split by an ice giant with a giant battleaxe.
And on both sides of the narrow valley were icy cliffs formed from tens of thousands of natural ice rocks repeatedly lashed by the storm, wind, and hail. The lines and markings on these ice rocks were smooth, and the ice crystals were bright and shining, like the scales of two Snow Dragons swimming forward at the same time, almost touching one another. A milky white chill could be seen diffusing and scattering in the ice rock gaps with the naked eye.
Because the location was in the Northern shaded side of the Snow Mountain, the climate of this valley was grim and bitterly cold, simply beyond the imagination of many people.
The raging wind and blizzard roared wildly over the valley, and the bitterly cold ice crystals and hail were like extremely sharp ice arrows. Any martial artist lower than the Bitter Sea stage, standing here, would most likely fail to withstand against the encirclement of these natural weapons, frozen into ice sculptures, and be dead without a whole corpse.
This was the real bitter and desolate land where no living creatures could survive.
For successive generations, the Shanyin land of the Demon God Snow Mountains was the land of death of where the Demon King had exiled serious criminals.
Ye Qingyu stood on the icy and rocky cliff, looking down at the snowy fog, the land where a snowy storm was sweeping across, and fell into a trance.
With his eyesight now, it was easy for him to see through the cold mist and the thousands of feet of ice and snow below.
Deep in the valley, there was a narrow frozen river.
The river was less than a foot wide, with ice covering almost the entire river.
The icy rocks on both sides of the river were like a jungle of swords.
A lonely figure wearing a bamboo hat, ignoring the snowstorm, was sat by the river.
His figured looked proud and aloof, like an old monk who had entered into a meditative state, peacefully sitting next to a chiseled ice hole, while the snowy wind howled endlessly. Holding a white fishing rod made from some unknown material, the silk-like fishing line quietly floated on the surface of the ice river. He was like an ice sculpture, even his hair and the corner of his clothes were completely still.
In a distance of forty meters away.
A square, delicate ice house with smooth mirror-like walls was leaning against the canyon.
The roof was covered with a thick layer of demonic beast fur.
In front of the ice house was an ice carved chair.
A weak woman, sitting on the ice chair, was looking down, preoccupied with something. Her fair and delicate little hands were twisting and moving around, seemingly using the fiber of snow bamboo to create some kind of white fabric to withstand against the cold. Her concentrated face looked extremely gentle.
All of a sudden——
The fishing line was tugged.
“Ahahahaha, finally caught you little guy!” The aloof and motionless figure all of a sudden exclaimed when he saw this scene. He began to dance with joy like a child, evidently extremely excited. He then turned to the direction of the ice house, and loudly called out, “Heng, Heng, come see, I finally caught a Snow Dragon fish!”
In the distance, the woman lifted her head slightly when she heard these words.
Under the long black bangs, revealed a gentle and incomparably delicate face.
Her fair skin, compared to the snow and ice, gave off an inexplicable gentleness and softness. An affectionate smile spread across her pretty face, slightly shaking her head, she put down what she was weaving and said, “Okay, okay, I’m coming, you just caught a fish, but you’re so happy like a child!”
“Of course, this is Snow Dragon fish found only in the Snow Ground Spiritual Underground River.”
On the ice cliff.
A faint smile crossed Ye Qingyu's face when he saw the scene.
The man and a woman was Yan Buhui and Lu Heng.
Previously, Deputy General White Bear Demon had mentioned to Ye Qingyu that, after the battle of the Light Palace, Yan Buhui returned to the Demon God Snow Mountain and very soon his position was changed. He was transferred to the Snow Demon Court’s ordinary division and was no longer involved in any military affairs.
It could be said that it was a position with practically no obligations.
And on Ye Qingyu’s way to the valley, he passed by several places and found a number of demon formations that were injected with ancient demon power. It was evident that Yan Buhui was not only transferred, in a way, he had been imprisoned.
Yan Buhui, who had betrayed the Human Race and fought for the Demon Race time and time again, could be called a martial arts genius. Moreover, he had fused with the bones of the Demon God, and possessed unbelievable strength, his martial arts prospect were limitless. These years, he had done a lot of things for the Demon Race, so he had always had a very high status and prestige among the Demon Race, was a figure that many demons looked up to, and was one of the most important persons of the Snow Ground Demon Court.
But now he was demoted and imprisoned, and even lost the trust of the Demon Race. There could only be one explanation——