"There are rumors that the domain lord Yin Wuji practiced and became possessed by demons. Now he doesn't know his life and death. The Netherworld is in chaos. The Qixianmen is so eager to marry the demon clan, so he wants to replace him!"

Mu Yan was stunned when he heard the conversation between a table of people not far away.

Is the Netherworld in chaos? Yin Wuji is in trouble?

An immortal master shouldn't die so easily, right?

Mu Yan sneered: She was waiting to kill Yin Wuji's old thing one day to avenge his uncle!

Hu Yuanbai didn't care about the discussions around him.

His face was full of fighting spirit and determination, and he continued to sing: "Your Majesty the Demon Lord, you have invited so many of our spiritual practitioners to the Heavenly Charm Banquet, saying that we can marry His Royal Highness the Princess, wouldn't it be a lie to us?"

As soon as the words fell, the water curtain made a snap and disappeared without a trace.

On the throne, the Demon Lord Shi Tian, ​​dressed in black, appeared in front of everyone.

Men have a handsome face, but they are like the Emperor of the Extreme Realm. Even if they are beautiful, not many people dare to look at each other directly.

Because before you can take a closer look, you are already overwhelmed by the powerful pressure like a sea of ​​pressure.

"When did I say that I would let you come to the Tianmei Banquet to marry my daughter?"

"What I said is that you who come to the Tianmei Banquet are all for my daughter to choose."

Everyone: "..."

The audience was silent in an instant, and the faces of the spiritual practitioners were ugly.

Although this is a fact, the Demon Lord doesn’t need to tell it, right?

What does it mean to "you people who come to the Tianmei Banquet are all for my daughter to choose?"

They are all elite children of various families. How many female cultivators are chasing them? Do they think they are carrots and cabbages? They still choose at will?

Do they want to be face-saving?

Of course, even if you are resentful, even if you are as reckless as Han Weijiang in the territory of the demon clan, you will not dare to clamor at will.

But there were also silly critics who were not good at brains.

After hearing Jun Shitian's words, Hu Yuanbai's face immediately turned into anger: "Demon Lord, don't go too far. I am the son of the head of the Seven String Sect, the future ruler of the Seven String Sect. And even your daughter is a princess, she is just a woman who has been married, and her reputation has long been gone. This young master is willing to marry her, it is her..."

The arrogant voice came to an abrupt end.

The anger on Hu Yuanbai's face turned into fear in an instant.

His body was also lifted high up into the air by an invisible hand.

The Demon Lord held a wine cup in his hand, and while drinking, he casually said, "I don't want my tongue anymore, I can cut it for you."

"ah--!!"

Hu Yuanbai screamed.

A bunch of blood immediately burst out from his mouth.

A short tongue fell from the air to the ground and flicked it gently.

Hu Yuanbai struggled desperately in the air, whimpering, with a look of pain and fear on his face.

The elders and disciples who came with the Qixianmen only realized this time.

"Demon Lord, what are you doing?!"

"We came to participate in the Tianmei Banquet with the heart of being intimate with the demon clan. The tradition of the demon clan is that no visitors must be harmed in the Tianmei Banquet. Does the Demon Lord want to tear up the agreement?"
Chapter completed!