"He's going to contact the other factions, isn't he?" Lucifer Flowing Body leaned against Gan Jin's shoulder, "When that time comes, I'll use Qiumo's mouth to help spread the word for you."

"Yeah! That's the idea..."

"What? He wants to beat Sabonis Phibiel to death? He's revolting! We must kill him!"

"Exactly! Your Bokes family actually helped that half-breed demon! What are you trying to do?"

Several elders of the Sabonis family repeatedly struck the tabletop with their magic staffs; only such a hard metal table could withstand the pounding from these powerful elders.

The elders who had just received news from Sabonis Phibiel showed exceptional anger, and the atmosphere in the hall immediately became volatile.

Sabonis Phibiel sat leisurely in a house in Duzun City, gazing at the slowly moving clouds in the sky. He had already shot down the two messenger eagles released by Bokes Hert using magic. The Elder Council must be in an uproar right now.

Letters demanding the immediate dispatch of the Mammon Tribunal to eliminate that half-breed demon would arrive soon! At that time... Sabonis Phibiel felt a surge of exquisite satisfaction. Perhaps the Bokes clan would argue for a long time, but in the end, they would surely compromise for the glory of the Mammon Demon Race!

Definitely, absolutely! Sabonis Phibiel triumphantly added two sugar cubes to his coffee. By then, he would use the most vicious wind magic to slice that half-breed demon into pieces.

"We must! Immediately! Kill that damned half-breed demon!"

"Send word! Tell Phibiel to mobilize the power of the Mammon Tribunal and wipe out that half-breed demon protected by Lucifer Flowing Body!"

"Wait a moment! Hert is not an elder who can't distinguish between importance and triviality. There must be a reason for him doing this."

"Reason? The reason is that our Sabonis clan is losing ground! Your Bokes family will reap the benefits!"

The arguments between the elders of the two factions grew louder, while the patriarchs of the two great families sat quietly at opposite ends of the long table, looking at each other with dissatisfaction.

The argument continued, raging from morning until afternoon, escalating to a true climax. If it continued, both sides might even come to blows. Suddenly, the doors to the meeting room were violently thrown open, slamming hard against the walls on either side.

"Everyone, stop arguing..." Bokes Hert said, panting heavily, not even taking the time to wipe the sweat from his brow. Under the astonished gaze of the gathered demons, he declared, "Jiliu Feijing... He... He is an All-System Forging Master..."

The meeting room, which had moments ago sounded like a bustling marketplace, instantly fell so silent that one could hear a pin drop. Many demons gasped audibly.

An All-System Forging Master! Bokes Hert did not seem like a demon who would fabricate lies. His personal return suggested that this matter was likely true!

An All-System Forging Master! What did that signify?

"He can also forge Soul Weapons..."

Hert's next sentence reignited the contemplative minds of the demons in the suddenly quiet hall.

In the current Demon Race, there were already ordinary Demon Generals whose Combat Souls had reached a peak beyond improvement. If the Mammon Demon Race possessed an All-System Forging Master capable of forging Soul Weapons, what did that imply?

It implied this: the first choice for ordinary Demon Warriors across the entire Demon Race, once their Combat Souls were condensed, would absolutely not be to establish their own factions, nor would the second choice be to attach themselves to the banner of a Great Demon King! Their immediate choice would be to join the Mammon Demon Race, which possessed the ability to forge Soul Weapons!

The strength of ordinary Demon Warriors was indeed limited, and far fewer managed to develop significantly. But if the number of Combat Soul-level Demon Warriors suddenly increased, the overall strength and influence of the entire Mammon Demon Race would increase substantially! If even one of those Demon Warriors managed to ascend to Sainthood, the resulting power boost would be...

The eyes of the Mammon Demon Race elders suddenly shone with avarice. This... this...

"He is also an All-System Potion Master..." Hert continued, ignoring the shock of the assembled demons, "And it seems he knows Inscription as well! Furthermore, he might be the strongest Demon Warrior below the Golden Combat Heart! Even bloodline Demon Warriors who have condensed the Golden Combat Heart cannot defeat him."

The two patriarchs of the Mammon Demon Race could no longer remain seated; they rose simultaneously and asked, "Truly?"

Bokes Hert nodded repeatedly, "I saw it with my own eyes! He forged a Level Four Combat Shield with his own hands in a very short time."

"If that is the case... then why did Sabonis Phibiel not mention this in the letter he sent us?"

Bokes Hert frowned as an elder from the Sabonis family posed the question. "If I killed all your sons and grandsons, and you were incapable of procreating further, would you praise me and compliment me to others?"

"Damn Phibiel!"

The Sabonis Patriarch hammered his staff down onto the table, producing a sound that shook the very soul. "For personal grudges, he nearly ruined the Mammon Demon Race's opportunity for comprehensive growth in power and influence!"

"Sabonis Guang, although this is your Sabonis family's affair, I must issue a warning. If you handle Phibiel too leniently, our Bokes clan will not be satisfied. His selfishness and stupidity nearly destroyed the future great development of our Mammon Demon Race."

The Sabonis Patriarch glanced displeased at the Bokes Patriarch seated opposite him at the long table. "Bokes Li, this matter concerning Phibiel does not require your interference. If we can secure Jiliu Feijing, even if killing Phibiel is necessary to appease him, I absolutely will not show mercy. I will kill Phibiel immediately."

The surrounding elders all shuddered inwardly, silently warning themselves never to do anything as foolish as Sabonis Phibiel. The Patriarch never showed mercy when dealing with demons.

"Sabonis Phibiel killed the two messenger eagles I sent," Bokes Hert added opportunely. "He thought I didn't know, but he didn't realize that I knew even clearer than anyone else, which is why I rushed back personally to deliver this news."

Sabonis Guang's now-white beard and eyebrows twitched repeatedly. Not only had he concealed intelligence, but he had also obstructed it!

A smile surfaced on Bokes Li's face. This time, even if Sabonis Guang wanted to cover for Phibiel, he would have to think twice. If this matter was not handled correctly, the Bokes clan would gain greater authority in the Elder Council in the future.

If handled correctly? How to handle it correctly? Bokes Li smiled sinisterly. Killing Phibiel outright? That would mean the Sabonis clan would lose another combat asset, making them even weaker against the Bokes clan.

If they didn't kill him? Bokes Li realized that no matter what Guang did, the Bokes clan would not suffer a loss. He was becoming increasingly eager to meet this half-breed demon, rumored to be so arrogant he seemingly paid no heed even to the Great Demon King.

"This time..." Sabonis Guang rose, glaring as he swept his gaze across the clan elders. "I will personally go see that half-breed demon."

"What a coincidence; I also wish to go personally," Bokes Li said happily. "The elders of the Bokes clan shall accompany me as well. Let's go see this young half-breed demon. If we can win him over, we will secure him. If it becomes utterly impossible to recruit him..."

"Then kill him!" Sabonis Guang spat the last words out with hatred and walked toward the door. "The elders of the Sabonis clan will also come with me to see him."

The respective elders exchanged incredulous glances. Even when going to pay respects to His Majesty the Great Demon King, the patriarchs and all the elders of both great families had never mobilized together. Yet today, because of a mere half-breed demon, they were all setting out?

If this news were to spread...

"Spread?" Bokes Li seemed to read the minds of all the elders. "Do you think this matter can truly be kept quiet?"

The elders paused, then instinctively nodded. Indeed! This news could not be contained!

The Mammon Demon Race had suffered a loss—a demon had died, and at the hands of a half-breed demon, no less! Under normal circumstances, even if he were the Princess's retainer, he would still have been slain to uphold the honor and dignity of the Mammon Demon Race.

If the news that this half-breed demon was not dead got out, then any faction leader with a modicum of sense would start considering the question: Why isn't the Mammon Demon Race killing the half-breed demon?

This matter could not withstand scrutiny or investigation. Soon, other factions would learn of this demon's existence, and then everyone would flock to win him over.

The Mammon Demon Race needed only to secure these alliances early, striving to gain the maximum benefit!

Therefore, whether the collective appearance of all the Mammon Demon Race elders caused a stir no longer mattered. What was important was to let that arrogant half-breed demon feel the sincerity of the Mammon Demon Race regarding this matter.

Bokes Hert rode ahead alone on a swift horse, rushing back toward Duzun City, fearful that if Sabonis Phibiel knew of his departure, he would immediately move to dispatch the Tribunal to kill Jiliu Feijing.

Time passed quickly, another night elapsed. Sabonis Phibiel's initial leisurely mood had become anxious and irritable. Even if the Elder Council was embroiled in disputes, the message should have arrived by now. Why had the order for the Tribunal to wipe out Jiliu Feijing not been issued?

Wait? Should he stop waiting? Sabonis Phibiel pondered for a moment, finally deciding he could wait no longer! If necessary, he would personally...

"Elder Phibiel," Bokes Hert pushed open the door and said with a smile, "The entire Elder Council has arrived at the gates of Duzun City. You should come with me to meet them."

"What?"

The coffee cup in Sabonis Phibiel's hand fell to the ground, and the rich, dark coffee flowed slowly across the luxurious carpet.

The entire Mammon Demon Race Elder Council appearing collectively? Had the Great Demon King returned to the embrace of the stars? Even if he had returned, the direction the Council should be heading was the City of Perdition, so why were they in Duzun City? Could it be...

"That's right, I personally went to the Elder Council yesterday and explained your actions to the elders."

Bokes Hert's smile was filled with triumphant pleasure. Even if Sabonis Phibiel survived this incident, he would be expelled from the Elder Council. There would be no possibility for him to compete with Hert for resources! Did you think you were clever by sending your son to Duzun City to compete with me this time? Ha!