Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 656 The Path the Demon Emperor Must Take

Zhang Ziyu's jaw nearly dropped, and he was left breathless by Wuxian's "Lord Demon Emperor." He then saw a group of powerful Demon Birds high in the sky.

There must have been thirty or fifty of them, each one incredibly powerful, emanating an oppressive aura.

Guang Xiaoyu braced herself, thinking that a formidable enemy had arrived.

Behind her, Chen Pingping gave a slight smile and softly reassured, "It's okay."

He had previously traveled throughout the Northern Border. Although he had said nothing, his presence alone was enough proof. If these members of the Demon Race still failed to realize what was appropriate, he would take action one by one.

"Mr. Zhang, demons again," Liu Dayao said with a trembling voice.

"Mr. Zhang, your identity as the Son of the Fate Energy doesn't seem to work anymore," Liu Dayao swallowed.

He felt the situation was different from before.

Zhang Ziyu had been leading the way, and all the strong warriors of the Demon Race had made way for him. But now, a group of powerful Demon Birds was descending upon them.

Zhang Ziyu was nervous.

SWOOSH!

After the Demon Birds landed, they transformed into human forms.

The leader was a muscular, middle-aged man, strong and robust, with a resolute face. He led the members of his clan as they all approached together.

When they were about a hundred meters away, they knelt on one knee. "Descendants of the Undying Bird, Fire Tribe, pay respect to the Demon Emperor, pay respect to the Demon Emperor!"

ROAR!

From afar, a thunderous roar reached them, and the ground began to shake.

Mr. Zhang, still reeling from shock, saw a large group of strong Demon Race warriors racing towards them, and he was momentarily stunned.

"Hundred Beasts Tribe, pay respect to the Demon Emperor, pay respect to the Demon Emperor!" the leading great demon shouted, his voice echoing to the heavens.

Soon after, from another side...

"Water Tiger Clan pays respect to the Demon Emperor, pays respect to the Demon Emperor!"

"Ice Python Clan pays respect to the Demon Emperor, pays respect to the Demon Emperor!"

"Desert Earth Wolf Clan..."

"Snow Storm Bears..." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"Flame Sand Weasel pays respect to the Demon Emperor, pays respect to the Demon Emperor!"

"White-headed Lion Vulture..."

Dense figures arrived from all directions, quickly filling the sky and the land. The chorus of "pay respect to the Demon Emperor, pay respect to the Demon Emperor" was relentless.

In the blink of an eye, more than seventy to eighty percent of the strong Demon Race warriors from the entire Northern Border had gathered here, each of them declaring their allegiance with respectful expressions.

The scene was grand and astonishing.

Zhang Ziyu was completely dumbfounded.

Liu Dayao was trembling next to him.

The few Saint Kings behind them were suffocating. What on earth was the background of these individuals? Who was the Demon Emperor? This whining girl was actually a Demon Emperor. My God!

Their gazes towards Guang Xiaoyu gradually changed.

"Eh..." Guang Xiaoyu complained, "I've been making a fuss in the Northern Border for so long, and they haven't submitted but instead tried to assassinate me again and again. How hateful!"

She had never expected that after her Senior Brother had arrived, the attitudes in the entire Northern Border would change.

"Great General, they're calling for you," Anan said excitedly.

"I know," Wuxian feigned calmness. As the Demon Emperor, the future ruler of the Northern Border, he couldn't panic. He had to stay cool...

Then, clearing his throat, he took a few steps forward. "Rise."

However, no one responded. All the Demon Race members continued to kneel with respectful expressions.

Zhang Ziyu stared intently at the scrawny kid. He wore straw sandals, short pants, and a top that seemed to be made of animal skin; his whole figure was emaciated.

This? A Demon Emperor? He doesn't have an ounce of the Demon Emperor's aura, does he?

Wuxian coughed dryly, quite embarrassed, and turned to look at Guang Xiaoyu.

"All rise!" Guang Xiaoyu called out.

Yet they remained unmoved, their respectful demeanor suggesting they were waiting for something—and fearful of something.

Zhang Ziyu felt his scalp tingle. The Demon Emperor had spoken, yet they ignored him. Now, the Demon Emperor had also stepped forward, and still, this group of Demon Race members offered no reply.

Could it be?

Deep down, a thought arose within him. He did not believe this situation was due to him being the Son of the Fate Energy.

In an instant, the entire scene fell silent; not a sound could be heard.

Everyone was waiting.

The atmosphere gradually became oppressive, and the kneeling Demon Race members started to feel anxious.

Indeed, they had come to pay respects to the Demon Emperor and the Demon Emperor, but they were not doing so for those two; they were doing it for Chen Pingping. The reason they had appeared here to declare their stance was more out of fear of Chen Pingping's reckoning.

After all, this Human Clan member had slain the Demon Emperor, possessed a wealth of trump cards, and even had a vague and unclear relationship with the White Emperor of the Southern Region. If he were to embark on a massacre, which Demon Race in the Northern Border could stand against him? So, rushing over to declare their stance was their best option.

Chen Pingping spoke, "Stand up!"

With a rustle, all the Demon Race members swiftly got to their feet.

Zhang Ziyu was dumbfounded.

Chen Pingping continued, "From this day forth, Wuxian shall be your Demon Emperor."

"We pay our respects to the Demon Emperor!" came the simultaneous, resounding voices.

"All of you may leave now," Chen Pingping added.

As soon as his words fell, all the visiting Demon Race powerhouses turned to leave; no one dared to linger.

Zhang Ziyu was completely astonished. Liu Dayao beside him, as well as those several Saint Kings, felt the same.

The Demon Race of the Northern Border actually obeyed this young man. It was inconceivable.

"Wuxian, you go with them!" Chen Pingping looked at him.

"Ah?" Wuxian's voice trembled. "But I have only just begun to cultivate."

Chen Pingping smiled. "It doesn't matter. Although you are young, you carry the bloodline of the Demon Emperor and hold the 'Spirit Calming Incense.' They will not harm you. The key is that you must rely on yourself to conquer the Northern Border to earn their true recognition. Otherwise, you will never become a true Demon Emperor."

Youth and a low cultivation realm. These two problems were immense, fatal for Wuxian.

But he also had luck. The prior actions of the Demon Emperor and Chen Pingping had intimidated many of the Northern Border Demon Race. For the foreseeable future, they probably wouldn't dare to act rashly. This was Wuxian's time to grow.

Secondly, he held the 'Spirit Calming Incense'; this foundation alone was enough to intimidate the Northern Border.

Furthermore, the path to kingship needed to be forged by oneself, not granted by others. Chen Pingping's words, although harsh, were also very real.

Wuxian felt breathless.

Guang Xiaoyu spoke up, "Senior Brother is right. You must rely on yourself to become stronger."

Wuxian opened his mouth slightly. "But..."

Guang Xiaoyu cut him off, "No buts. You are the Demon Emperor, the future ruler of the Northern Border, a mighty existence standing above the Heavens. You must have this confidence."

Wuxian fell silent.

Demon Emperor, Ruler of the Northern Border... Such terms, in the past, he dared not even contemplate. But now, these words had become reality, and he was about to become that kind of person.

Yes! He was the descendant of a Demon Emperor, with royal blood flowing through his veins, holding the 'Spirit Calming Incense'. He indeed should walk the path that belonged to him, instead of relying on others for growth.

Wuxian took a deep breath and bowed to Chen Pingping and Guang Xiaoyu. "Wuxian understands. If one day Wuxian grows up and becomes the true Demon Emperor, ruling the land of the Northern Border, Wuxian will certainly lend his strength to you, my lords."

He gave his promise very seriously. The "strength" he spoke of referred to waging war in the Ancient City and facing those great figures. It was a courageous commitment.

Guang Xiaoyu smiled. "From today on, I am no longer your lord. The only faith in your heart should be yourself. You are the Demon Emperor."

"Yes, I am the Demon Emperor," Wuxian nodded. "I wish to call you 'Lord' one last time." He bowed again, his eyes filled with reluctance. "Lord!"

"Go on!" Guang Xiaoyu nodded.

The straw-sandal-wearing youth looked back with every few steps, reluctant to leave, tears welling in his eyes. Finally, he took Anan by the hand and departed into the distance, embarking on his own journey.