78: Good things are interrupted, the order of the fairy world

"Hehehehe!"

A sharp, ear-piercing laugh, like the cry of a night owl, abruptly shattered the tranquility of the Northern Cold Imperial Palace's inner hall.

The voice was sinister, twisted, carrying an indescribable evil and mockery.

It was as if a demon from the nine Hells was looking down, mocking the ignorance and hypocrisy of the world.

"I never thought Celestial Lord Ye Langtian would be such a failure as a person; even his own son, the First Prince of Northern Cold, would lay hands on his Imperial Consorts!"

"How ironic!"

As these sarcastic words fell,

A dense Devilish Qi, so thick it almost materialized, surged in like a tide from outside the hall!

The Devilish Qi was as black as ink, yet interspersed with streaks of scarlet blood-light, as if thousands of wronged souls were wailing, or molten purgatory lava was churning.

The Devilish Qi condensed and wriggled, finally transforming into a blood-robed man before their astonished eyes!

This man had a handsome yet evil face, skin as pale as paper, and a cruel, playful smile on his lips.

His eyes were dark and deep, without a trace of light, like two bottomless ancient wells.

His blood-colored long robe moved without wind, embroidered with dark gold demonic patterns, subtly exuding a suffocating pressure.

"Swish..."

Just then, the Transmigrator Ye Changsheng, who had just pressed the original Ye Changsheng's mother, Yun Qianrong, onto the gilded throne, suddenly trembled all over!

He had been immersed in his "Transmigration grand endeavor" and some unspeakable emotions.

He was enacting the scene of "rebellious son humiliating his mother."

But this sudden turn of events instantly made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave!

The Devilish Qi pressed down, as if it were substantial!

Even more terrifying, the horrific aura contained within it made him instinctively feel extreme danger!

"What the Hell is going on?!"

Ye Changsheng's heart pounded, and his scalp tingled.

Almost out of biological instinct, he suddenly released his grip on the original body's mother, springing back as if he had been burned.

"You... who are you?!"

Ye Changsheng sharply turned his head, his eyes filled with suspicion and vigilance, staring intently at the blood-robed man who had appeared out of nowhere, a monstrous wave rising in his heart.

"Who is this guy?! How did he appear in the Imperial Palace so silently?!"

"This aura... it's definitely not that of an ordinary person!"

"Could it be a demonic cultivator?! Or... is there some shocking secret hidden in this Northern Cold Imperial Palace?!"

He subconsciously prepared himself, his muscles tensed, ready to respond to any sudden situation.

At this moment, Yun Qianrong, who had just broken free from her restraint... that is, the original body's mother.

She had a noble demeanor, but her clothes were slightly disheveled. She was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

Yun Qianrong's face was pale, her eyes filled with shame and rage, but even more with fear.

Almost out of maternal instinct, she rushed forward, shielding several young and beautiful Imperial Consorts behind her.

Yun Qianrong's hands were still trembling slightly as she bravely stood at the forefront, glaring angrily at Ye Changsheng's back and the suddenly appearing blood-robed man.

She seemed to pour all her resentment and humiliation into that single gaze.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to reprimand, but she was too shocked and angry to speak for a moment.

The scene froze for a moment.

The air seemed to be congealed, so heavy it was suffocating.

Beside the gilded throne, the atmosphere that had just been filled with ambiguity and absurdity was instantly replaced by fear, doubt, anger, and demonic intent.

And the blood-robed man still stood there, cackling strangely.

He slowly spoke again, in that voice that seemed to come from the abyss, "Keep going! Why stop?"

"This Venerable One was still looking forward to seeing the scene of a son humiliating his mother!"

"If you, Ye Changsheng, don't move, this Venerable One will immediately project this scene throughout the entire Imperial Capital!"

After saying that, the Gui Xu Demon Lord found a place to sit down, crossed his legs, and watched Ye Changsheng and the several beautiful women with an air of composure.

"[System, who is this blood-robed man? Quickly find a way to capture him!]"

Ye Changsheng urgently asked in his mind.

"[Ding, Host, this man is indeed the Gui Xu Demon Lord. He has just escaped confinement and can currently exert a maximum of Immortal King Peak combat power!]

[You can completely suppress the Gui Xu Demon Lord with a single thought. There's no need to fear.]"

The Divine-Grade Sign-in System gave a mechanical prompt, as if wondering if this Host was stupid.

Ye Changsheng's Immortal Emperor experience card was still valid for half a year. How could he be afraid of a Demonic Lord who hadn't fully recovered?

The Divine-Grade Sign-in System felt very speechless.

Ye Changsheng had no time to think about other things. After hearing the System's prompt, his eyes turned cold.

"You want to watch a show, do you?"

"I'll show you why flowers are so red!"

His voice was indifferent, devoid of any emotion.

Suddenly, an overwhelming pressure, as if the sky and earth were collapsing, erupted from within him.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound echoed through the palace.

The Gui Xu Demon Lord's smile abruptly ceased; he was stunned for a moment. Had he hit a steel plate?

Yun Qianrong and the other beautiful women also looked at Ye Changsheng's back in astonishment.

That overwhelming pressure, what else could it be but that of an Immortal Emperor!

"Immortal Emperor!"

Exclamations rang out almost simultaneously!

Ye Changsheng felt a sense of triumph. He glanced back at the beautiful women, then immediately pointed his spear at the blood-robed man.

"You ruined my good deed, I'll kill you!"

"Whoosh!"

With a flicker of his figure, Ye Changsheng launched an attack, intending to kill the spoiler with a single palm strike.

However, who was the Gui Xu Demon Lord? He was an ancient existence from who knows how long ago, with an abundance of combat experience.

Seeing Ye Changsheng attack, the Immortal Emperor's aura almost effortlessly overwhelmed the palace.

But he clearly saw that this Immortal Emperor's aura was not right; it was completely in an uncontrolled state.

"This Venerable One truly misjudged!"

"Even if you are an Immortal Emperor, it's still useless!"

"Great Ruinous Art, All Things Return to One!"

The Gui Xu Demon Lord chanted, his sleeves swirling, and a Devilish Qi barrier instantly sealed off the palace.

Ye Changsheng was about to strike the blood-robed man dead with a palm, but the Devilish Qi unleashed by the man furiously absorbed the Immortal Emperor power within his body.

"Ye Changsheng, be careful!"

"That is the Great Dao of Ruinous Art, he is the Gui Xu Demon Lord!"

The beautiful women screamed frantically.

Even though Ye Changsheng was worse than pigs and dogs, he was still their junior.

As the saying goes, a prodigal son returning is worth more than gold. They felt that with Ye Changsheng's incredible talent and Immortal Emperor strength,

As long as he was guided properly, there was still a possibility for him to return to the right path.

Because the blood-robed man had changed his appearance when he appeared, the beautiful women didn't recognize him for a while.

However, with the appearance of the Great Ruinous Art, they, along with the Gui Xu Demon Lord, immediately recognized the current person as Ruinous.

If Ye Changsheng was careless, he would surely die.

They, too, would be doomed forever, so they naturally had to give a warning.

But it was too late. Ye Changsheng was trapped by the Devilish Qi that enveloped the hall, and the power within him was being extracted, flowing continuously towards the blood-robed man, as if silk was being peeled from a cocoon.

He was scared again, trying to pull his hand back, but found that he couldn't!

"Hehehehe, this Venerable One doesn't know where you got your Immortal Emperor power from!"

"But no matter the power, it's all a great tonic for this Venerable One to recover his strength. Go to Hell!"

The Gui Xu Demon Lord cackled, raised his hand, and squeezed Ye Changsheng's palm, with a crisp "crack."

"Hiss..."

His palm twisted and broke, and Ye Changsheng gasped in a cold breath.