Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons
Chapter 677 - 527: A Good Meal is Worth the Wait

Chapter 677: Chapter 527: A Good Meal is Worth the Wait

First, they insulted the Seven Sons of South Hong, then the Seven Sons Grand Assembly, and finally, they targeted one of the Sect Masters directly.

If they were to just sit quietly,

Daozi of the Blue Sea Sect did not think that Yunhe Sect would be willing to aid such a weak Sect against the powerful Dragon Palace.

The expressions of the Yunhe Sect Elders had also changed, indicating her worries were not unfounded.

These people had truly begun to question the current power of the Seven Sons of South Hong and even viewed South Hong itself with slight contempt.

Moreover, the situation was even more critical, given that the Dragon Consort’s birthday feast had gathered the majority of Western Hong’s powers. Should word of this spread... the consequences were unthinkable.

Not to mention that this Sea Serpent Demon was blatantly making things up, utterly disparaging them.

Setting aside what others might think,

Daozi of the Blue Sea Sect had a simple thought; she did not plan to reveal her identity, but she at least had to demonstrate in front of the cultivators of Yunhe Sect that the power of the South Hong Seven Sons and the attitude of the Grand Assembly were not as weak and easily bullied as others imagined.

Thus, she used the pretext of advocating for the Immortal Sect to suppress the arrogance of the Sea Serpent Great Demon.

What she didn’t expect was that this perfectly normal excuse in South Hong was immediately perceived as off in Western Hong.

Feeling the gazes around her growing colder, Daozi of the Blue Sea Sect realized that whether it be demons or cultivators, even those who were snide to each other before, now unanimously presented a united front.

Perhaps most of the powers held no actual grudge against the Seven Sons of South Hong or even lacked a clear concept of them.

But this kind of xenophobic sentiment is often instinctive and irrational.

All of a sudden, she became the only "outsider" in the room.

"That..." Daozi of Yunhe Sect wanted to say more but was quietly tugged at the sleeve by an adjacent Elder. In such a situation, if one did not want to become the target of a unanimous attack, it was best to remember one’s identity as part of the Western Hong powers and not stand on the wrong side.

Furthermore, the Seven Sons of South Hong, with six cultivators in the Unity Realm Stage at their helm, were nearly peerless in Western Hong, save for the Dragon Palace. If even this situation was beyond them, it would indicate a complete loss of spirit, and who would dare to oppose the Dragon Palace alongside them? That would be simply seeking death.

"..."

Daozi of the Blue Sea Sect slowly scanned her surroundings, with her identity now half exposed, she felt like she was in a dilemma from which she could not easily dismount.

This battle could only be won, not lost!

Logically, as a Daozi, she should not fear a Sea Serpent Demon whose power was merely comparable to the Two Cities Realm.

However, at this moment, the Sea Serpent Great Demon wasn’t even glancing at the droplet of blood suspended in the air but instead leisurely retreated two steps back.

In the entire hall, several figures were already eager to rise.

They belonged to the demon races’ great powers comparable to the Blue Sea Sect, and those who attended the feast were among the elites of their clans, each arrogant and proud. Seeing a brash southerner misbehaving here, they could barely contain their murderous intent.

"Since the fellow Daoist wishes to stand up for justice, then this Great One is..."

A lean and dark old demon, whose true form was indistinguishable, slowly attempted to stand up.

Yet before it could finish speaking, it was silenced under the gaze of the White Tiger in the seat of honor and quietly sat back down.

"You are likely more than just a South Hong cultivator, aren’t you?"

The mighty White Tiger Great Demon stood up, walked past the jade table, and as its massive form straightened, a large shadow loomed over the cloud-patterned tiles before casting a profound sense of oppression, quieting much of the hall.

The dancers in the hall also huddled together, their fair shoulders touching, momentarily lost and uncertain.

The complexion of Daozi of Yunhe Sect instantly turned much uglier.

The power backing this White Tiger might not compete with the Seven Sons in South Hong, but in the fragmented Western Hong, it was considered a terrifyingly influential demon race power. Only the cool and composed woman sitting aloof might have the strength to contend with it in this room.

The White Tiger Great Demon seemed to enjoy this feeling.

It walked unhurriedly toward the front. Even as it passed by Daozi of the Blue Sea Sect, it did not spare her a glance, its focus forward as it reached the hall’s entrance to block the way out, then turned its head sharply!

In the ferocious eyes of the tiger was a soul-shaking viciousness as it whispered, "Did you think I would give you a chance to flaunt your power here?"

This woman was definitely not an ordinary cultivator. Even though she hid it well, that innate air of someone accustomed to high authority couldn’t be entirely concealed.

She was likely a Daozi, and there was a high chance she came from one of the Sects of the South Hong Seven Sons.

Trying to hide her identity to catch other powers off guard – wasn’t she thinking a bit too much?

"..."

Daozi of the Blue Sea Sect’s eyelids twitched. Among all the demons present, if she had to name any she was not sure she could defeat, there were likely only two.

One was the enchanting woman in the green feathered dress, and the other was this White Tiger before her.

Both being of the Three Cities Realm Stage, the White Tiger’s lineage was frighteningly pure.

About a forty percent chance of winning?

She estimated silently in her heart, her fingertips slowly reaching for her brow.

It was enough.

As long as she could win, seeking support would still be negotiable.

At the same time, the scarlet droplet of blood, wrapped in an aura, rapidly drifted to the side of the White Tiger Great Demon.

Nobody expected to witness such a thrilling scene at the Dragon Consort’s birthday feast.