Chapter 586: Chapter 545: Demon Lord Returns to the City

Resentful Demon Clan was extinguished in the Demon World in an instant as the demonic talisman exploded into flames.

Such a determined, tragic, and desperate assassination, how could it go wrong?

Ning Feiyan had no time to catch a clear glimpse of the Resentful Demon before it was reduced to ashes between heaven and earth.

A terrifying force unimaginable invaded her body, and Ning Feiyan clearly heard the sound of her bones shattering.

With a ‘puh’ sound, she spat out fresh blood, collapsing forward onto the cold stone steps.

Her entire back slowly cracked open with numerous fine cuts, as a cold and malevolent power penetrated from those wounds, as if constantly picking at her bones and organs.

Such excruciating pain was enough to rend everything asunder; against such agony, Ning Feiyan suddenly felt that the torture she had endured before was nothing in comparison.

She lay on the steps, constantly coughing up dark blood.

Her clothes streamed with blood, spilling on the stone steps, seeping into the crevices.

At this moment, she couldn’t even control her own breath; a heavy fog filled the air, within which countless colorful butterflies danced—a sign that the foundational power of the Witch Soul of Si He was collapsing chaotically.

Ning Feiyan lay enveloped and constrained by that overwhelming and stern power of destruction.

She avoided any unnecessary movements to prevent further trauma to her body.

Yet even so, the weakest heartbeat would tear those fine cuts on her back even deeper.

In such a desperate situation, Ning Feiyan forced herself to stay conscious and calm—an excruciating process, for consciousness meant enduring every bit of agony, fear, and death.

She did not despair, for she knew that the demonic talisman could slay God Demons; even if the Demon Lord himself were present, survival would be faint.

She was supposed to have perished at the moment the demonic talisman erupted within her, yet miraculously, she survived.

Ning Feiyan knew it was due to the feather left by the old Demon Lord; the Nine Secrets Dead Scroll certainly couldn’t have saved her from the destructive power of the demonic talisman.

It was the golden flower in the celestial dome, the mysterious flower suffused with the remnants of the old Demon Lord’s spirit, that caused some subtle change in that feather, enabling it to withstand the eruption of the demonic talisman.

Although her current state was still perilous, with potential collapse at any moment,

at least for now she was alive; as long as she lived, there was hope, and Ning Feiyan would not give up any possibility of survival.

From outside the cave dwelling, a multitude of noisy footsteps resounded, and flames illuminated the night, clearly revealing her perfectly concealed breath had been exposed due to the assassination attempt of the Resentful Demon.

Ning Feiyan stretched out her trembling palms, struggled to prop herself on the ground, and even that simple movement caused the wounds on her back to bleed more violently, sweat covering her pale face.

Enduring the tearing agony, she raised her hand to calm the chaotic swarm of butterflies in the fog, biting down hard on her teeth to completely conceal Si He’s aura; her body felt as though scorched by searing flames, pain nearly driving her to death.

She struggled to her feet, expressionless, watching as a crowd of Demons, led by Erhe Zangxin, hastened to the scene.

Sharp and anxious cries from the Demon Clan filled the air: “Protect the Lord! Protect the Lord!”

“The Demon Lord is under attack! Guard the corpse and strictly watch all sides; execute the perpetrator on sight!”

The Demon Clan was shocked and fearful; the Royal Hall of the Ming Continent had housed a Resentful Demon for so long without their notice, and they had even allowed it to succeed.

The matter of the Resentful Demon Clan refining the demonic talisman hadn’t been disclosed—only the Demon Lord and the Demon Clan’s secret informers involved in reporting knew. The general populace had no idea what had exactly happened.

But seeing the dismal sight of the Demon Lord covered in fresh blood outside the Forbidden Land’s celestial cave, they hypothesized that the detestable Resentful Demon had indeed injured His Sacred Body.

A Demon Clan elder dressed as a physician stepped forward, his voice anxious and urgent, “How is His Sacred Body’s injury? I humbly request Your Grace’s permission to treat His Majesty’s wounds.”

Ning Feiyan halted him with a cold look, her eyes filled with deadly intent, chilling to the bone. She coldly said, “A mere Resentful Demon’s kin, yet they know the bounds of celestial courts, lurking here. Is this how you guard the Royal City of the Ming Continent?”

Erhe Zangxin glanced at Ning Feiyan and frowned slightly. Although the refining of the demonic talisman by the Resentful Demon Clan had been ordered by the Young Lord,

the real assassination was supposed to happen during the Monarch’s Return Banquet, why did it suddenly occur today?

Even more unbelievably, she had survived the severe injuries from the demonic talisman.

Had His Majesty’s cultivation really grown strong enough to contend with the demonic talisman?

While pondering silently, down the long steps, Ning Feiyan’s cold gaze landed distantly on him.

A chill ran down Erhe Zangxin’s spine, and he heard her voice filled with furious resentment, “If there weren’t traitors within our clan aiding from inside, I don’t believe the Resentful Demon could have had the capability to find this Forbidden Land’s celestial cave.”

Erhe Zangxin tensed, his face composed as he replied, “Your Majesty, please calm your anger. If there truly are traitors within our ranks, I assure you, they will not be spared. However, Your Majesty’s wounds are grievous now, and it is crucial to prioritize healing Your Sacred Body.”

Ning Feiyan’s eyes blazed red with hostility, “So the River Lord prioritizes less and avoids more, intending to let our clan’s traitors clean up their trails, continuing to hide right under my watch?!”