"Your Majesty? What is it?" the woman asked very carefully. "Waggans is dead..." The man spat out those words through gritted teeth...

"Ah..." A look of horror flashed in the woman's eyes. How could this be? "Your Majesty, how is this possible?

Waggans is His Highness's most beloved son; every demon in the Demon Realm knows that. Who would dare kill Waggans, risking the wrath of Your Majesty?" The woman's face was full of disbelief. "It was that little girl from the Hei Ming family!" The man, who was the Wolf Clan Demon King, Olgustin, said this in a fury after accepting that brand.

"Her? Although she is quite mysterious, and her strength might even surpass her elder sister's, she absolutely couldn't have reached the Ninth Rank. Waggans had Elon by his side; he is one of the Ten Great Demon Lords under Your Majesty's command.

How could that little girl from the Hei Ming family possibly harm His Highness Waggans, protected by Elon?" "I am also very puzzled, but the one who ultimately killed Waggans was that little girl's Flame of Destruction. Hei Ming Ba, last time my son merely caused your daughter a small grievance, and you made me compensate you so much. This time, your daughter killed my son—let's see how you intend to explain yourself to me!" Olgustin let out a cold snort, then abruptly seized the woman and flew upward.

At that very moment, the silver wolf statue began to crack, and countless silver ingots fell from it, ultimately revealing a real silver wolf—a massive silver beast, easily over a thousand zhang long and eight hundred zhang high. Olgustin carried the woman to the silver wolf's head. The wolf was so immense that Olgustin's body landing on it felt like settling on a plush meadow.

"Awoooooo..." The giant silver wolf threw its head back and howled, its body transforming into a streak of silver light that shot skyward, hurtling directly toward the territory of the Purple Flame Demon Clan in the north. Below the great mountain, countless wolfmen watched in shock as the giant silver wolf soared into the sky. What was happening?

Wasn't that the statue of the Wolf God Mountain? How could it have suddenly come alive? Only the older wolfmen knew that this silver wolf was their Majesty's mount.

Yet, even they displayed looks of profound shock. For so many years, the silver wolf had remained utterly still, serving as a statue guarding Wolf God Mountain. Why was it suddenly breaking through the void to depart?

Had their Majesty set out? The remaining nine Ninth Rank Demon Lords of the Wolf Clan gathered almost instantly at the summit of Wolf God Mountain. Gazing at the silver wolf that had already vanished into the heavens, their eyes were filled with confusion.

"Does any of you know what has happened to make His Majesty so enraged?" asked Long Zimou, the strongest among the Ninth Rank Demon Lords. He was the most powerful among the Wolf Clan, second only to the Demon King Olgustin, with strength infinitely close to that of the Demon King himself. Everyone shook their heads.

They had all been cultivating in their respective territories when they suddenly felt the giant wolf ascending and rushed over, but their Majesty had already disappeared without a trace; none of them knew what transpired. "Zi'er, what are you contemplating?" Long Zimou suddenly noticed a woman beside him, dressed in a purple gauze skirt. Her name was Zi'er, the second strongest subordinate under Olgustin, ranked just beneath Long Zimou.

If she unleashed her full power, even Long Zimou would have to retreat several paces, for her mother was from the Purple Flame Clan. She possessed not only the wolf bloodline but also that of the Purple Flame Demon Clan, meaning that in addition to wolf characteristics, she commanded the Purple Flame Demon Clan's Flame of Destruction. Because her bloodline was not perfectly pure, all the Demon Lords except Long Zimou looked down on her.

If not for her formidable strength and Olgustin's high regard for her, she would have long been killed by the other Demon Lords. "His Majesty’s direction seems to be toward the Purple Flame Clan!" Zi'er ignored the strange looks from the others and spoke coldly. "The Purple Flame Clan?

Why would His Majesty go to the Purple Flame Clan?" Long Zimou frowned. Although the Eight Great Royal Clans of the Demon Realm maintained contact, the eight Demon Kings rarely met, and none would inexplicably journey to another Demon King's territory. "You should ask His Majesty!" Zi'er scoffed.

"Zi'er, watch your tone!" Upon hearing Zi'er speak so coldly to Long Zimou, Fen Zhui, the fifth-ranked Demon Lord, sneered. She was the only other female among Olgustin's Ten Great Demon Lords besides Zi'er. Unlike Zi'er, Fen Zhui carried the purest wolf bloodline and maintained good relations with the other Demon Lords.

"Hmph..." Faced with Fen Zhui's reprimand, Zi'er let out a cold snort, then abruptly turned and flew downward, unwilling to even glance at the other Demon Lords. "Zi'er, where are you going?" Seeing Zi'er fly away so suddenly, Long Zimou called out. "Since His Majesty did not summon me, this has nothing to do with me.

Why should I remain here?" Zi'er's voice carried back, but her figure had already vanished. "Heh heh, that bitch is clearly not with us in spirit! Long Zimou, why bother speaking with her?" Seeing Long Zimou hesitate, Hong Feng, the third-ranked Demon Lord, sneered.

He was originally the second strongest expert in the Wolf Clan, but Zi'er's arrival relegated him to third place, a fact that had always caused him lingering resentment toward her. Long Zimou looked at Hong Feng's jealous expression and then at the scornful looks of the others. He lightly shook his head, about to rise and leave, when a figure drifted down from the sky—it was the peerlessly beautiful woman who had been with Olgustin earlier.

"Greetings, Lady Qing Yalin!" Seeing the woman appear, the eight Demon Lords present immediately knelt in reverence. This was the woman His Majesty favored most, and her strength was infinitely close to that of a Demon King; they had no choice but to respect her. "All of you rise.

Long Zimou, Hong Feng, Fen Zhui, Lan Yue, the four of you must proceed immediately to the Pan Bulasi Great Grassland and bring back the little princess of the Hei Ming family, Hei Ming Shixuan!" Qing Yalin nodded and said calmly. "Ah... My Lady, she..." Long Zimou and the others were stunned, about to question further, but Qing Yalin cut them off.

"This is His Majesty's order. Hurry!" Qing Yalin let out a cold snort. Long Zimou and the others dared not say more and left after receiving the command...