111: Chapter 111

Only then could he play to his heart's content, and with two spectators watching live, the mere thought excited him.

Yan Lang rubbed his palms in excitement: "Eighth Sister-in-Law, don't be afraid. It doesn't matter if we play for a while."

"This Crown Prince won't take responsibility for you either, and no one will ever find out."

Yan Lang was filled with evil intentions; he planned to kill Yu Ji directly after playing, leaving no trace behind.

Just as he reached Yu Ji, he found he couldn't take another step forward, his hands flailing uncontrollably.

"What's going on? Why can't This Crown Prince move?"

Seeing his feet tightly bound by a snake tail, Yan Lang was furious and drew the precious blade from his waist, hacking away wildly.

With a series of frantic chops, the blade became notched like a saw, yet the snake tail remained completely unscathed.

"Snake Demon, you dare to ruin This Crown Prince's good time!"

"Is there anything I can't do? If I can't have it, you won't get to play either."

Although Xiao Bai could not leave the cage, he could use the Summoning Technique to attack with a wooden stick beside Yu Ji. Yan Lang, who only had the strength of a Level 3 Demon King, was completely unable to break free from the snake tail's binding.

"Damn it, This Crown Prince doesn't believe I can't cut off this snake tail!"

Every time he struck the snake tail, a sharp pain would shoot through Yan Lang's own body. Several consecutive attacks left him unable to bear it, his whole body burning with pain.

Xiao Bai used the Casting Cane Technique to transfer the damage onto Yan Lang.

"Does it feel good? You can barely even get on the bed now, and you still want to play with your sister-in-law? Hilarious!"

Yan Lang kept threatening Yu Ji: "If you don't want your old man to die, hurry up and take off all your clothes, then crawl over to This Crown Prince and serve me."

He pulled out a long spear and pressed the sharp tip against Yu Zhen's throat.

"Ji'er, what are you still waiting for? Did Father raise you all these years for nothing?"

"How is this any different from committing patricide?"

Yu Zhen kept standing on the moral high ground to pressure Yu Ji. Yu Ji had been obedient, sensible, and kind-hearted since she was a child, and could not bear to see the father who had raised her for so many years die so miserably.

"Hey, don't take it off! That Old Guy is colluding with this idiot to trap you."

Yu Ji looked at Xiao Bai with teary eyes: "Brother Xiao, Father raised me, and now I have no choice."

"Yan Lang, let my father go, and I will let you do whatever you want with me."

Yan Lang laughed heartily: "Very good. Wouldn't everything have been fine if you had figured that out sooner? You just had to make This Crown Prince use this method."

"Hurry up and do it. You have a bit too many clothes on."

How could Xiao Bai stand by and watch Yu Ji be humiliated? He shouted at Yan Lang: "Hey, I've got a big treat for you!"

"What?"

Yan Lang looked at Xiao Bai instinctively. Suddenly, Xiao Bai's eyes turned red as he used the Nightmare Enchantment.

Yan Lang's eyes turned red as well, and his mind became hazy, filled with hallucinations. The Yu Ji beside him turned into Yu Zhen; the father and daughter had swapped identities.

"Huh? You're so naughty, running over there. Your clothes are even open, how slutty."

Yu Zhen tore at his throat, screaming: "Your Highness, what are you doing? My daughter is over there, you've got the wrong person!"

"Come back here. The more excitedly the Eighth Sister-in-Law calls out, the happier This Crown Prince becomes."

At this moment, in Yan Lang's eyes, Yu Zhen was the sexy and charming Eighth Sister-in-Law.

Xiao Bai shouted to Yu Ji: "Close your eyes and cover your ears. Things are about to get R-rated."

A shrill scream came from the prison, and the sight of those blooming chrysanthemums witnessed the intense, passionate bond between an old man and a youth.

Chapter 147 The Mastermind

"Yuck, how brutal!"

"A flash of cold light strikes first, then the spear emerges like a dragon; it's even more cruel than a chrysanthemum letter."

A cold breeze swept in, and several black shadows appeared out of thin air beside Yan Lang. Xiao Bai recognized them at a glance as the Ghost Race.

"Why has the Ghost Race come as well? They have been very low-key these past few days. Only five of them came in total, and they haven't expressed any stance throughout the whole process."

"Could they be the masterminds behind all this?"

The Ghost Race representative suddenly bowed respectfully to the attendant behind him.

"Great Guardian, this..."

The scene before them was truly too eye-searing for the Ghost Race representative to speak of.

Yan Lang had practically beaten the excrement out of Yu Zhen. Even though Yu Zhen begged for mercy, Yan Lang did not stop; instead, he became even more excited.

The Great Guardian of the Ghost Race was dressed in black and wore a bamboo hat. He had been hiding among the Ghost Race delegation the whole time, keeping a low profile.

With a flick of his hand, Yan Lang woke up instantly, and the illusion Xiao Bai had cast was dispelled.

The scene was a mess, filled with the stench of feces. Yan Lang glanced at Yu Zhen, who was terrified, disheveled, and clearly losing his mind.

The Great Guardian of the Ghost Race covered his nose, looking disgusted: "The Dragon Clan is naturally lecherous and always ruins things at critical moments."

Yan Lang immediately realized his mistake and knelt to beg for mercy: "Great Guardian, spare my life! I will kill this bitch Yu Ji right now, and I will never give in to lust again."

"Wait. She is still useful."

"Have you found the hiding place of the demon emperor fragment in the Black Dragon King's possession?"

Yan Lang was filled with fear, his lips trembling: "G-Great Guardian! Please give me two more days. Father hid the fragment very well; no one knows where it is!"

"Useless trash, what use is there in keeping you! You're like mud that cannot be plastered onto a wall; you can't even handle a small task like this."

The Great Guardian of the Ghost Race pulled out Yan Lang's Soul and devoured it directly, then a mass of black liquid burrowed into Yan Lang's body.

"I will go myself."

Black resentment emanated from Yan Lang's entire body. At this moment, his body was completely controlled by the Great Guardian of the Ghost Race; he had no further value, and it was impossible to keep him alive.

After the resentment was retracted into his body, Yan Lang looked no different than before.

He glanced at Xiao Bai in the nearby cage: "Snake Demon, stop hiding! I know you're in there."

"I will settle the score between you and the Ghost Race."

Xiao Bai did not respond. This was the first time he had seen this so-called Great Guardian of the Ghost Race, and he was unclear about his specific strength.

He must be the one pulling the strings from behind. No wonder every time he left the Yan Shan residence, he always felt like something was following him, only for it to disappear the moment he turned around.

It seems Xiao Bai had long been within the calculations of the Great Guardian of the Ghost Race.

After handling the funeral arrangements for his two sons, the Black Dragon King pinned the blame on Xiao Bai and the Merman Race.

Just as he was about to go to the prison to take a look, he found that his ninth son, Yan Lang, had already arrived.

"Langer, why are you here? What were the results of the interrogation at the prison?"

Yan Lang smiled crookedly: "Reporting to Father, the Snake Demon and the Merman have both confessed."

He then presented the confession to the Black Dragon King.

After carefully reading the confession, the Black Dragon King crumpled it into a ball.

"Damn it, I trusted that Old Guy Yu Zhen so much, yet he dared to betray me and conspire with the Snake Demon to harm my two children."

"Immediately skin and pull the tendons of the Snake Demon, and use his blood to sacrifice to the Souls of the third and eighth who died so miserably."

"Father, wait. I found a fragment on the Snake Demon."

Yan Lang took out the fragment, and the Black Dragon King was overjoyed, showing no sign of the grief of losing his children.

"Langer has done well. From today on, you are the true Crown Prince of the Black Dragon Clan."

Yan Lang bowed with cupped hands: "Thank you, Father."

Having obtained the demon emperor fragment, the Black Dragon King impatiently returned to his room.

Once inside, he found a secret compartment and opened the mechanism for a secret passage, which contained an Eight Trigrams formation.

It corresponded to eight riveted iron gates, which moved rapidly before the Black Dragon King's eyes, hiding deep mysteries within.

Only when the Kun trigram rotated to the Black Dragon King's feet, and simultaneously lit up, could one enter the iron gate. Otherwise, one would never be able to reach the Secret Chamber where the demon emperor fragment was hidden. The security measures were extremely strict.

After entering the Secret Chamber, the Black Dragon King impatiently activated the mechanism and opened a three-layered stone box to see the demon emperor fragment.

After carefully comparing it, he was filled with excitement.

"It's actually real. It was effortless to obtain. According to the previous agreement, the treasures in the Demon Emperors Tomb are to be distributed based on the number of fragments."

"As long as I get the treasures from the Demon Emperors Tomb, I can advance to the Cultivation of a Demon Emperor. When that time comes, what is there to fear from the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon?"

The Black Dragon King let out a wild, arrogant laugh, unable to hide the joy in his heart.

"Congratulations to Father for obtaining the demon emperor fragment. Can I also have a share of the spoils?"

The Black Dragon King decisively put away the two fragments and turned to glare at Yan Lang.

"Langer, you are bold, daring to stalk your father."

Suddenly, massive cracks appeared on Yan Lang's body, and a terrifying, bizarre creature crawled out from within.

Its face was pitch black, its body was viscous, it had long, narrow white eyes, and two rows of large white fangs occupied half its face, along with a long, slender tongue.

"Black Dragon King, long time no see! Do you still remember this old friend of yours?"

The bizarre creature made a deep, resonant sound, adding a touch of terror to the atmosphere.

The Black Dragon King was flustered: "You... you are Gui Jianchou."

"Your memory is not bad. You are still as cautious as ever. Are you satisfied with this 'throwing a stone to ask the way' tactic?"

The Black Dragon Clan began to panic: "Gui Jianchou, didn't you die while fighting for the treasures of the Demon Emperors Tomb?"

"I'll return this to you. The Dragon Clan and the Ghost Race have always minded their own business. Please leave immediately."

Gui Jianchou stuck to the wall like glue, pitch black all over, even darker than the Black Dragon King.

Gui Jianchou said with disdain: "The Black Dragon Clan counts as a Dragon Clan? In my eyes, I only recognize the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon."

"To tell you the truth, I killed all three of your sons."