With a sharp crack, Ye Jingyu and the others watched as Liang Xiaoke’s head rotated a full 180 degrees under the force of the blow. His back slammed heavily onto the ground, his face buried in the dirt…

Witnessing such brutality, everyone near the Nine Li Tower flinched simultaneously, cold sweat beading on their foreheads, daring not to spare the Drought Demon another glance.

Yet, Liang Xiaoke suddenly shot upright, spat out the mud, clasped his hands around his head, twisted it back into place with a snap, and then leaped up, bouncing towards the Drought Demon.

“As the saying goes, hitting is affection, scolding is love; if you don’t hit or scold, you won’t be in love. Beautiful Miss, you’ve hit me, you’ve scolded me—shouldn’t we consummate our marriage now?” As Liang Xiaoke spoke, one hand reached out for the Drought Demon’s delicate, pale hand…

Hearing these words, the entire area fell silent again. How could this fellow talk such nonsense? She had merely slapped him and told him to scram; how did that escalate to consummating a marriage?

Fierce flames erupted again in the Drought Demon’s eyes, within which burned intense killing intent. A mere zombie, a descendant many generations removed, dared to have designs on her? Had her earlier strike not been forceful enough?

Sensing the powerful rage welling within the Drought Demon, Ye Jingyu took a small step forward and whispered quietly to Liang Xiaoke, “Big Brother, this is one of the Heavenly Shamans from the Twelve Heavenly Shaman Extinction Array—Miss Drought Demon!”

“Heh heh, so you’re Miss Drought Demon. So… then, Drought Demon?” Liang Xiaoke’s hand was inches from grasping the Drought Demon’s when he suddenly heard Ye Jingyu utter the name. At first, he didn't quite register it, but in an instant, his expression changed drastically.

Drought Demon? That was his ancestor! Legend held that the Drought Demon belonged to the Shaman tribe in the Primordial Era. While he didn't know the identities of the twelve shamans in the Twelve Heavenly Shaman Extinction Array, knowing the Drought Demon was among them was hardly surprising.

“You mean she is…” Liang Xiaoke looked at Ye Jingyu with unconcealed disbelief, desperately seeking confirmation of the truth.

“Precisely. She is the ancestor of your Zombie Clan—Drought Demon, the Heavenly Shaman, Drought Demon! The Drought God, Drought Demon!” Ye Jingyu stressed the name heavily, repeating it.

He watched instantly as Liang Xiaoke’s face shifted from pale to ashen, and then from ashen to a corpse-like grey—the true color of the undead.

She was the Drought Demon? The legendary Drought Demon? The one his master had constantly spoken of since the day he first became a zombie.

Heavens, he had actually encountered his ancestor, the Drought Demon, and he had tried to seduce her? No, she was trying to seduce him, wasn't she? She was so beautiful; what else was beauty for if not to entice men?

Liang Xiaoke quickly found an excuse in his mind, but his body suddenly lunged towards the Drought Demon.

“My venerable Granny, my Ancestor! I was wrong, I was truly wrong! I didn’t know it was you, Elder. I shouldn't have offended you; I was truly wrong! Please, forgive me!” While crying out his apologies, Liang Xiaoke rubbed his head against the Drought Demon’s chest.

Seeing Liang Xiaoke weeping buckets of snot and tears, and considering he was Ye Jingyu’s sworn elder brother, the killing intent in the Drought Demon’s heart visibly lessened. After all, he was her descendant. Having just emerged from the Great Array, encountering such a descendant meant she might need someone to run errands for her later.

With that thought, the Drought Demon’s expression softened. She patted Liang Xiaoke’s shoulder and spoke with grave earnestness, “It’s good that you know your mistake. If you serve me well from now on, you will certainly reap great rewards!”

Ye Jingyu rolled his eyes at the sight of all this. This fellow’s lustfulness never faded; even when admitting fault, he didn't forget to take advantage. Seeing that the Drought Demon wasn't intending to punish him further, Ye Jingyu felt a measure of relief.

However, Liang Xiaoke was never one to stay quiet for long. Upon hearing the word 'serve,' his eyes immediately lit up. He instantly raised his head, gazing at the Drought Demon with fierce determination, and stated, “Ancestor, rest assured, I will serve you thoroughly in every way possible. Whether it’s the Old Donkey Pushing the Cart, the Guanyin Seated on the Lotus, or even full-body massage services, I am highly proficient. Of course, my absolute specialty is the JN Dragon Claw Hand, which will surely satisfy you to the utmost…”

“Get out…” By the time Liang Xiaoke uttered Old Donkey Pushing the Cart, Ye Jingyu had already squeezed his eyes shut. The Drought Demon clearly hadn't grasped the meaning of Old Donkey Pushing the Cart yet. But by the time he reached the final suggestion, even an idiot would understand his intent.

A furious roar, accompanied by a heavy punch, sent Liang Xiaoke flying again like a baseball. This time, it contained all the Drought Demon’s concentrated power—a force infinitely close to that of a Demon King—blasting Liang Xiaoke thousands of zhang away. A massive bloody hole was torn into his abdomen, spilling out colorful intestines. But by now, no one cared about him.

When Ye Jingyu opened his eyes, the sky-filling flames had diminished significantly, and the surrounding temperature had dropped slightly. He saw a man wreathed in flames standing erect in the void—it was Yan Senxu, who had absorbed the Li Fire and the Flame of Destruction, only to be ambushed by Zhant Bulasi.

The aura he now projected was undoubtedly stronger than any Ninth-Rank Demon Lord present; it was an aura that transcended the Demon Lord realm.

Demon King. Yes, he had successfully ascended to the Demon King realm. However, perhaps due to Zhant Bulasi’s sneak attack, a long scar had appeared on his handsome, wicked face—a blood-red scar that looked utterly hideous and terrifying.

Furthermore, the flames covering his body seemed somewhat uncontrolled, unlike Heiming Ba, who could fully contain his flames and manipulate them at will.

Regardless, the Yanmo Clan had produced another Demon King, the youngest Demon King ever. Thick dark clouds had gathered in the sky at some unknown time, flashing with arcs of lightning. Thick currents of electricity surged through the cloud layer, resembling majestic divine dragons roaming the heavens…

Feeling the immense pressure descending from above, a single thought simultaneously flashed through the minds of everyone present—Heavenly Tribulation!

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