Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1421 - 1417: Great Changes in the Demon Clan! (Four updates!)

Chapter 1421: Chapter 1417: Great Changes in the Demon Clan! (Four updates!)

"Do I qualify to see him now?"

Those of the Demon Clan heard such arrogant words and immediately retorted, "Just because you’re a piece of trash, you dare—"

The voice abruptly cut off, as if gripped by a force at the throat!

Their eyes suddenly widened, filled with shock!

Though the face before them was somewhat unfamiliar, it carried an incredibly familiar sensation!

Especially those determined eyes that bore a murderous gaze!

In the Demon Clan, only one person had such eyes!

That was the Dragon King, Ren Ao Tian!

Most of the Demon Clan had never heard the Dragon King’s voice, but portraits and statues of Ren Ao Tian were erected in various places of the Demon Clan!

A dense terror overwhelmed their hearts—the Dragon King, Ren Ao Tian, had not died, he had returned!

"Thump!" "Thump!" "Thump!"

The three members of the Demon Clan knelt down together, their bodies trembling, teeth chattering as if they saw the God of Death come to claim their lives.

They had never imagined they would encounter the scene before them, had they thought about it, they certainly would not have spoken so!

Recalling how they had unabashedly called the Dragon King trash, an ant, panic set in!

Truly panicked, looking back at those insults, they were like daggers to the heart!

"Dragon King, sir, I was wrong, I, I, I... I didn’t do it on purpose, I never meant any insult to you, you are our Dragon King, how could I possibly..."

"Silence!"

Ren Ao Tian directly interrupted the other’s words, and with a grasp of his arm, he even had the other’s throat in his grip, lifting that person into the air.

The sensation of hanging combined with suffocation nearly made the person begging for mercy feel the presence of death.

The rest of the Demon Clan members trembled even more, not daring to raise their heads!

One of the Demon Clan’s younger members even wet himself from fear!

"Dragon... King... sir, we were also forced into this! Could you possibly..."

"Bang!"

Ren Ao Tian directly flung the person he had grasped against a large tree, the tree breaking upon impact, and his body writhed in agony!

The person quickly got up, knelt down, and smashed his head onto the ground.

"Thank you, Dragon King, sir, for sparing my life!"

"Thud! Thud! Thud!"

The sound of bowing heads was crisp to the extreme, echoing throughout the entire forest!

Although Ren Ao Tian wanted to kill these few curs, he was very clear in his heart that these members of the Demon Clan could not stir up any waves, they could not make any decisions, they could only submit to the power holders of the Demon Clan.

"Where is that fellow, Martial King, right now?"

The cold voice of Ren Ao Tian rang in the ears of these Demon Clan members.

The demons who heard this hurriedly and shakily replied, "Reporting to the Dragon King, my lord, the Martial King is currently discussing affairs with the Elders in the Demon Clan’s Grand Hall!"

Ren Ao Tian snorted coldly and turned to Ren Feifan, "Father, let’s go! I’m curious to see just how many Elders have betrayed me while I’ve been away! I wonder if my status as the Dragon King of the Demon Clan still holds any sway!"

Ren Feifan nodded, drawing the Ancient Dust Sword from his hand, and even slung it over his shoulder.

Ren Ao Tian’s eyes filled with confusion, "Father, what do you mean by that?"

"I’ll make the entrance first; I can’t let you steal all the limelight, can I?"

Although it was a joke, Ren Feifan was very clear in his heart that this time, the Martial King was undoubtedly going to die!

The group made their way directly to the Demon Clan’s Grand Hall, as for those kneeling, shivering descendants of the Demon Clan, they were beneath their notice to kill.

...

After Ren Feifan and the others had left, those trembling Demon Clan youths finally stood up and helped the one who had been kowtowing off the ground.

"Brother Tiger, the Dragon King has returned. Do you think we should go inform the Martial King? Maybe in his joy, Master Martial King will reward us, and we won’t have to guard this wretched place anymore."

"Slap!"

The one called Brother Tiger slapped the suggestion-making demon youth across the face.

"If you want to die, don’t drag me down with you. I ask you, who is the most formidable in the Demon Clan? Offending the Martial King at worst means death, but offending the Sky-reaching Dragon King, that will make you beg for life in vain and for death in desperation! Remember! Don’t speak of the Dragon King’s appearance to anyone! We act as if this matter never happened!"

"Yes, yes, Brother Tiger, whatever you say is right!"

Demon Clan’s Grand Hall.

A man with a charming mustache sat high upon the throne, the very spot that once belonged to Ren Ao Tian!

And that mustached man was the Martial King of the Demon Clan! His strength was incredibly terrifying; his body as tough as mystical armor, one violent strike unmatched, and those who thought to challenge the Martial King might as well try to ascend to heaven!

When Ren Ao Tian and the protector had left, along with the five Elders whose fates were unknown, the Martial King allied swiftly with the Lei Family, collaborating from within and without to suppress the Demon Clan and, in one fell swoop, took the throne as King of the Demon Clan.

At this moment, the Martial King, with his legs crossed and radiating a rogue aura, saw everyone below as mere ants!

There were numerous Elders down there, some recently recruited by the Martial King while others were original Elders who understood the situation and decisively sided with the Martial King.

As for those who opposed, the Martial King cruelly put them to death!

In the eyes of the Martial King, there was only submission!

Suddenly, the Martial King’s gaze swept over those below.

Apart from the many flattery-spewing Elders, there was also a badly injured old man, starkly contrasting the others!

"Elder Seven, are you still sure you won’t support me as the new Demon Clan King? I’ve told you so many times, that beast Ren Ao Tian is dead! From today on, the Demon Clan obeys only me, the Martial King! There’s only one fate for those who refuse, and that is death!"

The badly wounded elder raised his head with eyes full of hate, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Pah! I once respected you as the Martial King because you fought side by side with the Dragon King! But now, you’ve betrayed Lord Dragon King and colluded with those Human Cultivators, I would rather die than acknowledge you."

The Martial King, seated upon the throne, stood up, his cold, bloodshot eyes turning into a blur of motion as he appeared in front of the old man and hammered a fist into his chest.

The old man spat out another mouthful of blood while the Martial King’s foot stomped onto his chest.

"Hmph! A stubborn, ignorant old fool! What’s wrong with cooperating with Human Cultivators? They won’t hunt us down. As long as we provide them with some mounts each month, we’ll be protected and at peace for life! Why not enjoy it?"

The injured elder’s eyes were full of blood as he let out a sinister chuckle, "Mounts? Heh! You beast, have you forgotten the wild nature of our Demon Clan? When Sky-reaching Dragon King was here, those from the Outer Hidden Sect didn’t dare to insult us like this, didn’t dare to use us as mounts! I’ll never acknowledge you because you’re nothing but trash! A cowardly piece of trash!"