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At this time, in front of the gate of the Demon League’s headquarters.

Three figures came slowly.

The leader was an old man with white hair and beard and a hunched body.

He is the ancestor of Shangqing Sect - Xuanmingzi.

A powerful man who had been in seclusion for thousands of years and was considered dead by the world.

On both sides of it are the two elders of Shangqing Sect.

A tall man with a dignified face.

The other one was as thin as a bamboo, with sharp eyes and deep vigilance.

The guards in front of the Demon League's gate were originally doing their duties with indifferent expressions.

But when he felt the three people approaching, he instantly felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.

The leading guard bravely stepped forward, pretending to be calm, and said with a bow, "Please stop, the three of you. This is a key area of ​​the Demon Alliance—"

Before he could finish his words, the tall elder's eyes turned cold and invisible pressure descended instantly.

The guards' expressions changed drastically and they retreated one after another.

At this time, Xuan Mingzi casually asked, "Is your Demon Lord here?"

His voice was flat, as if he didn't want to waste too much time with the guard in front of him.

Several guards exchanged glances.

They understood that anyone who could display such power was definitely not an ordinary person.

Then, after a moment's hesitation, the leading guard said, "We are here to guard. Anyone who wishes to see the Demon Lord must inform us before entering. Anyone who trespasses—"

Before he finished speaking, the thin elder's eyes turned cold and he flicked his sleeves.

A strong wind suddenly arose, and the energy swept across, forcing the guards to retreat several steps.

Although they were not injured, the fierce pressure had shocked them.

Xuan Mingzi shook his head: "The rules are well established, but the Demon Alliance has recently expanded in all directions, disrupting the cultivation world in the Eastern Region. We have come here to meet this Demon Lord, hoping that there will be few twists and turns..."

The leading guard stared at the three men, his palms already covered in cold sweat.

He knew very well that with their meager strength, they could not stop the three people at all, and resisting would only result in their lives being wasted.

However, the rules of the Demon League cannot be broken.

At this moment, a steady sound of footsteps was heard from inside the gate.

A middle-aged man in a black robe walked out slowly, his eyes as sharp as a knife and his aura as heavy as a mountain.

This person is Xuan Ying, one of the "Twelve Constellations" of the Demon League, and a cultivator at the ninth level of the Heavenly Man Realm.

After he appeared, the guards present breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who are you, and why are you trespassing into the Demon Alliance's headquarters?"

Xuan Ying said coldly.

Xuan Mingzi raised his eyes slightly, his expression as calm as an ancient well, and uttered three words lightly: "Shangqing Sect."

Before he finished speaking, Xuan Ying's heart was shocked and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Naturally, he had heard of the name of Shangqing Sect.

If the Tianjian Sect is the best in swordsmanship in the Eastern Region, then the Shangqing Sect is the undisputed strongest sect in the world of cultivation.

However, the Shangqing Sect has been secluded for many years, and very few disciples walk the world. Its mystery is second only to the Tianji Pavilion.

Thinking of all the news about Shangqing Sect, Xuanying said in a deep voice: "Shangqing Sect may be famous, but this is a key location of the Demon Alliance. If you three don't have important matters..."

His words stopped abruptly.

Xuan Mingzi had not yet made a move, but his aura surged out like a tide, covering the heaven and earth.

The immense pressure was like a collapsing mountain.

Xuan Ying only felt his blood surging, his chest heaving violently, and his limbs feeling heavy as lead.

Sweat rolled down his forehead like rain.

He looked up in shock, his voice trembling slightly: "Half-step Emperor?"

When these words came out of Xuan Ying's mouth, even he himself could not believe it.

He originally thought that the other party was just an ordinary elder of Shangqing Sect.

But I didn't expect that he was an old monster with the strength of a half-step emperor.

You have to know that he is a half-step emperor!

Looking across the entire Eastern Region, there are only a handful of people who can compete with it.

And in the Demon League, only the Demon Lord can fight against him!

"I am not here to cause trouble. I just want to see your Demon Lord."

Xuan Mingzi slowly retracted his aura, his voice calm and his eyes indifferent.

Xuan Ying's eyes were complicated, and he struggled for a moment. Finally, he bowed his head and said, "Please wait a moment. I will go and inform you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a low laugh came from the depths of the Demon League.

"No....."

Along with this sound, there was a faint vibration in the air.

The next moment, Jiang Han walked out slowly.

His hair was as white as snow, his eyes as red as fire, and he looked like a god walking between light and shadow.

As he appeared, the surrounding Demon Alliance monks knelt down and saluted, shouting like thunder: "Greetings to the Demon Lord!"

The uniform cheers were earth-shaking and magnificent.

Jiang Han just raised his hand slightly and asked his subordinates to be quiet.

He immediately shifted his gaze to focus on Xuan Mingzi and the other two. "Who are you? With such strength, you shouldn't be an unknown person."

Xuan Mingzi's expression remained calm: "Shangqing Sect, Xuan Mingzi."

As soon as these words were spoken, Xuan Ying's face suddenly changed and his breathing stagnated.

Xuan Mingzi, this name was not unfamiliar to him - the ancestor of the Shangqing Sect thousands of years ago, was once a prominent figure in the cultivation world of the Eastern Region.

I thought he had run out of life and died long ago, but he was still alive, and his strength was getting more and more terrifying. He was like an old turtle that was difficult to defeat.

A strange look flashed in Jiang Han's eyes. He looked at Xuan Mingzi with a half-smile, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "So it's the ancestor of Shangqing Sect who has come in person. It's really as the rumors say, with a long lifespan and unfathomable strength..."

Xuan Mingzi looked at Jiang Han calmly, feeling the chill and pressure emanating from him, and couldn't help but secretly assess his strength.

After a brief silence, Xuan Mingzi said, "Demon Lord, we are not here to provoke a fight."

"All I want is a chat with you."

The smile on Jiang Han's lips deepened, and a cold light flashed in his red eyes.

He glanced at the kneeling Demon Alliance monks around him and said calmly, "Since you haven't hurt my subordinates, you can listen to me for now."

"Follow me..."

He made a calm gesture, his posture calm, as if the situation was under control.

Xuan Mingzi's eyes narrowed slightly, and after a moment of contemplation, he walked slowly forward with the two elders behind him, following Jiang Han into the gate of the Demon Alliance.

..........

Shortly after.

Inside the Demon League Hall.

Jiang Han slowly ascended the throne, looked down at the three people, and said in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist, why have you come from afar? Is it to stop the expansion of the Demon Alliance?"

Xuan Mingzi raised his head, his eyes as deep and distant as the ocean: "The Demon Lord is right."

"The Demonic Alliance has recently expanded recklessly, disrupting the Eastern Region and causing unrest among the righteous sects."

"Although the Shangqing Sect is secluded from the world, this is related to the balance of the Eastern Region's cultivation world, so I have no choice but to come."

Jiang Han smiled softly upon hearing this: "The so-called balance is just an excuse for the weak."

"The Eastern Region has been plagued by endless fighting and bloodshed since ancient times."

"What I am doing is to put an end to this disorderly chaos."

Xuan Mingzi frowned slightly: "But what you call order is bloody suppression at the cost of cruelty."

"Demon Lord, have you ever considered whether such an order can bring true peace to the Eastern Territory's cultivation world?"

Jiang Han shook his head and smiled even more: "Peace? That's just a false fantasy."

“True order requires force and iron laws to shape it.”