#826 - Chapter 826 Civil Disturbance

“That… that… could that be our Demon Emperor?” One demon official, trembling with fear, spoke with a quivering mouth.

Immediately following, the massive body came crashing down, “splat,” hitting the ground and turning into a pile of minced meat. The splattered demon blood stained the bodies of these demon officials and generals.

Another loud crash, “splat,” shook the ground.

“Ah!” A miserable scream echoed as two more demon generals fell, half of the massive corpse landing on top of them.

At this moment, they were covered in blood and filth. One of them died instantly, while the other, half of his body immobile, stretched out his only functioning hand towards the people around him, “Help, help me!”

However, no one paid him any attention. His usually friendly and enthusiastic colleagues now wore expressions of uniform indifference, standing frozen in place, as if they hadn't yet processed what was happening.

It wasn't until the guards, hearing the commotion, rushed over and let out a shrill cry of “Ah!” that they collapsed to the ground in fright, then scrambled away on their hands and knees, leaving a trail of urine behind.

“The Demon Emperor is dead! The Great General is dead too!”

Only then did the demon officials and generals present react, their bodies jolting violently as they began to grasp the sudden and unexpected turn of events.

The generals were the first to recover, immediately drawing their blades. “Hmph, you useless trash! If it weren't for your slanderous words in front of the Demon Emperor, how would my demon race have come to this?”

“Since we are doomed to perish, I will start by eliminating you traitors!”

With that, he plunged his greatsword into his former colleagues, demon blood splashing everywhere as several demon officials fell into pools of blood.

Sensing the upheaval, the consorts, palace maids, guards, and ministers who came running upon hearing the noise, went mad at the sight of the carnage, howling and running in all directions.

Regardless of their noble status or elaborate attire, the consorts, or the previously obsequious demon officials, palace maids, and guards, all scrambled into the palace as quickly as they could, seizing any valuable treasures they could carry.

They were even competing to be the fastest, lest they be robbed by others.

“You bitch, how dare you steal my dowry!” The one who shouted was a consort wearing a winged red纱 dress, her figure graceful.

However, at this moment, her sense of dignity was completely gone as she busied herself with looting. To run faster, she discarded her crystal shoes, all to grab a little more treasure to find herself a new home.

“You're the bitch! The Demon Emperor is gone, do you think you're still a noble consort?” The palace maid who previously served her retorted without any restraint.

She had long endured being suppressed and looked down upon. Now, seeing the Demon Emperor killed and the palace destroyed, she felt a sense of relief.

At the same time, a riot broke out in the army. The previously seemingly loyal troops were now fragmented, with various internal factions emerging to wreak havoc.

“Those who want to follow me, step forward!” A demon general commanded from a platform.

“The Demon Emperor is gone, and the palace is in chaos. You will follow me to plunder the palace. If you follow me in the future, you will still live a life of luxury!”

After he finished speaking, there was a brief silence in the barracks, perhaps because the lower-level soldiers' minds were too slow to fully understand their general's meaning.

Three breaths later, “Good! Good!” The soldiers were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, their enthusiasm unprecedented.

The last time they were so excited was when the Demon Emperor incited them to attack the Star River Sect.

“Plunder! Plunder!” Without waiting for the general on the platform to give the order, tens of thousands of soldiers rushed towards the palace like ants.

Wherever they passed, they would see demon officials running out, panting, with their bodies laden with treasures. Immediately, they would stab them with their swords, seizing the treasures for themselves.

As for the corpses of the demon officials, they were trampled into manure by the thousands of troops.

In less than half a day, the demon palace was littered with corpses, and demon blood stained every corner of the palace, leaving only clusters of dark shadows colliding randomly.

They were the Black Armor soldiers of the demon race. After killing the consorts, demon officials, palace maids, guards, and others in the palace, they seized countless treasures and piled them up like mountains at the palace gate. Golden, bright, and strangely shaped, the demon race's accumulation of ten thousand years was all here.

After they had plundered almost everything, disagreements arose within the Black Armor soldiers.

“Our general led the way, so we should get two more shares.”

“We all plundered the same amount, why should you get more?”

Next, a bloody struggle broke out. Since they couldn't win with words, they would use their fists.

Soon, the Black Armor soldiers split into two factions, “clang clang clang,” “sizzle sizzle sizzle,” the friction and collision of metal weapons emitted intense, ear-piercing sounds.

Every minute, someone fell in response, and the people behind continued to stab forward, stepping on the fallen corpses.

Xuan and the Spirit Guard, standing in the clouds, witnessed these “unforgettable” moments. His face was icy cold, like the stern Judge Bao. Even if the sounds of killing and shouting below reached the sky, he did not flinch.

The only person in this world who could move Xuan was probably one person, and he was already by her side, waiting silently.

After a few breaths, seeing that the killing below was almost over, with more than half of the Black Armor soldiers dead or injured, Xuan waved his hand, and all the Spirit Guards were dispatched.

“Let me end this hell. Leave no one alive, kill them all!”

All the Spirit Guards quickly swooped down from the clouds, wielding the spirit swords in their hands, “crack crack crack,” hundreds and thousands of fierce and domineering sword energies swept across every corner of the palace.

Those who were injured by the sword energy died instantly before they could even cry out for help.

Two generals stood at the palace gate, gazing with pleasure at the three mountains of rare treasures, when suddenly several sword energies attacked, and they spat blood and died on the spot.

Having solved the entire demon race with just a few moves, Xuan felt as if it was not real. Was he too strong, or were the demons too weak?

Immediately, he ordered the Spirit Guards to collect all the rare treasures, and then, without looking back, he stepped on the clouds and left.

Besides quickly returning to report, there was really nothing else to linger for. The closer he got to the Violet Cloud Pavilion, the more complex Xuan's emotions became.

It wasn't like before, cutting through the mess quickly, solving enemies, and harvesting spoils.

Ye Ling was immersed in her own sad emotions, teary-eyed and lightly sobbing, her thin shoulders rising and falling, unaware of Xuan's arrival.

Seeing this scene, Xuan's heart felt as if it had been pierced by an iron hook, painfully bleeding.

His face became even colder, his eyes revealing murderous intent, and he quietly withdrew from the hall.