In the cold, grim great hall of the dragon grandson's palace.

The insect demon's skull was gripped violently up, its features gone wooden, only the corners of its eyes twitching a little. “Hah… hah…”

The drink seemed to have gone out of it for the most part, and yet it did not dare come wholly sober.

As the great general Ke the Fourth leaned on most, its strength was higher even than that of the three demons in the Immortal's Cave. It would be no exaggeration to call it the dragon grandson's own bodyguard, its last line of defense.

And at this moment the insect demon could only stare blankly at the figures around it.

No few of these great demons had been ringing in the Cloud-Empyrean Pavilion beside it not long ago, and now they watched it quietly with pairs of indifferent eyes, the blood drifting off them thick with the smell of water-kin.

It was hard to imagine how many water-kin lives this crowd of great demons had on their hands before ever setting foot in the dragon grandson's palace.

“You—”

The insect demon had barely opened its mouth when Wu Jun, expressionless, closed the crook of a hand about its throat.

The two of them were much of a strength.

But under the watch of those ten-odd pairs of eyes the insect demon did not dare entertain the least thought of resisting; its face flushed red, it made small struggling motions by instinct, and turned its eyes in fear toward that black-shirted figure on the throne.

The plea spilled out of them.

It was not stupid. One look was enough to tell who gave the orders in this place.

Strange as the young man's face was to it — and however the insect demon turned him over in its mind, it could find no identity to fit—

To command so many great demons, this black-shirted young man's standing must certainly be enough to split any creature's liver and gall with terror.

If it wanted to live, it needed only that one nod.

Anything at all could be…