Chapter 485: The Demon Ruler Ascends the Throne

Chapter 485: The Demon Ruler Ascends the Throne

In the Demon Palace Hall, Ling Meng knelt on the ground, facing betrayal from all sides, loss of power, and endless mockery, unable to resist like a subdued animal awaiting slaughter.

Despair engulfed Ling Meng as she could only watch the throne being seized, her demise imminent.

The Skeleton was highly pleased with the situation, sensing that Ling Meng’s breakdown was merely a matter of time.

After all, there would be no Immortals here to disrupt him; within the Refining Demon Sect, he had reached a high level with formidable Demon Power. Even if any skilled individuals were to come to Ling Meng’s aid, they would be powerless.

This promising talent was a must-have; Zhu Yu had truly failed to handle a female cultivator, despite earlier boasting that dealing with cultivators was a piece of cake.

Soon, she would crumble. First, he would seize her Demon Soul Power and Demon Qi, tremendously beneficial for his demon cultivation.

But at that moment!

A tremendous roar erupted outside the Demon Palace; a wave of powerful Demon Qi surged forth.

This aura…?!

The Skeleton’s heart trembled, sensing that this was no ordinary presence; this Demon Qi was far stronger than any demon cultivator he had previously encountered.

He realized he hadn’t set up anyone of such caliber in this dream realm; in this dream, he was the strongest demon cultivator, where could anyone more powerful be?

But now, it seemed unpredictable. The wave of Demon Qi far exceeded his expectations.

He could no longer sit idly, pondering who this formidable individual was that had appeared in this place.

Ling Meng also detected this intense Demon Qi; now filled with despair, she sensed that the approaching figure was extraordinarily powerful. She believed herself to be merely insignificant, not worthy to be the strongest in the Demon Palace.

The Skeleton immediately stood up, intending to leave the Demon Palace Hall. Countless demon disciples were swirling in the sky, crashing to the ground in a flurry, with many casualties.

“Who goes there!”

Finally emerging from the Demon Palace Hall, the Skeleton yelled loudly, spotting a youth clad in black robes, slowly approaching while dragging a dark dragon-patterned sword.

Nearby demon disciples, seeing this, gathered their Demon Soul Power, unleashing waves of chaotic Demon Qi at the black-robed youth. However, the youth simply swung his sword lightly, and a gust of sword wind swept by, dispelling all the waves of energy.

“Just a bunch of lackeys.”

The youth sneered, the Demon Sword gliding across the ground, revealing several dark dragon souls that opened their massive jaws at the demon disciples, devouring their souls in an instant as they collapsed.

“Too easy.”

He soon approached the Demon Palace Hall, where the Skeleton barred his path.

“Who are you?”

The Skeleton continued to shout.

“Your king.”

The youth coldly replied, continuing to drag the Demon Sword forward.

“King? Are you joking? You think you can be king here?”

The Skeleton scoffed, unwilling to let him draw closer. He gathered his hands together, chanting a spell, and in an instant, a massive purple-black hand emerged, reaching toward the youth.

“Trivial skills.”

The youth merely waved his Demon Sword again, and in a blink, the Demon Hand vanished into thin air.

“What…?!”

The Skeleton was alarmed; this incoming kid’s power was astonishing, effortlessly demolishing his Demon Hand.

“Demon Power is not meant to be used like that.”

The youth halted, sheathing his sword, and raised his right hand.

Instantly, he posed as if fanning his palm, and a giant dark Demon Hand shot forward, slamming the Skeleton down to the ground.

“This…”

He was now at a loss for words, pinned down like a squashed mosquito, unable to break free; all his Demon Power was futile.

Who on earth was this person? How could someone with such unbelievable strength appear in the dream he had created?!

“Who are you…?”

“Your king. Weakling.”

With a cold laugh, the massive Demon Hand erupted into blazing purple flames, incinerating the Skeleton’s bones to ashes. The youth walked by, stirring up a breeze that scattered the ashes.

In his eyes, all of these were weaklings, easily crushed.

He walked along the long red carpet, finally stepping into the Demon Palace Hall.

Before him stood an imposing throne, surrounded by intense Demon Qi, as if beckoning to him. The demon disciples along the sides of the carpet dared not interfere, parting ways for him.

He was quite satisfied with this throne, embodying the symbol of kingship, fitting for his noble status.

Moving forward, he would become the ruler.

But he noticed a girl kneeling on the red carpet; it seemed she was locked in place, unable to move.

Ling Meng was astonished to see the approaching figure clad in black robes.

Images of him flashed in her mind, yet the reality he presented was worlds apart.

This was the most imposing demon cultivator she had ever seen; just a snap of his fingers could shake the world.

With an incredibly powerful aura, the very presence of his Demon Qi instilled fear, even from a distance.

“Master, Master…!”

She shouted with all her might, feeling a surge of emotion; at this critical moment, her master had come to rescue her.

Even after becoming the sect leader, she was still ultimately a weakling, far inferior to the incoming master.

At this moment, Lin Nuo remained silent, looking at the kneeling Ling Meng with cold eyes, then crouched down in front of her.

They were very close; Ling Meng could sense his overwhelming aura.

“Master, Master…”

Ling Meng lowered her voice, filled with an unprecedented sense of reverence; she wanted to approach this man, yet she didn’t dare.

Lin Nuo scrutinized Ling Meng, noting her in a dark purple long skirt, graceful and stunning, with immense Demon Soul Power within her.

Then Lin Nuo spoke coldly:

“I am the Supreme Demon Lord; please choose your words wisely.”

“Um… Lord Demon Ruler…”

With a snap of his fingers, Ling Meng’s body felt free to move. In the past, she would have rushed forward and embraced him tightly upon seeing Lin Nuo.

But now she didn’t dare; she could only revere his power, too afraid to act recklessly.

Lin Nuo tilted her chin with his fingertip and smirked:

“You will be my woman.”

“Ah? This…?” Ling Meng was taken aback.

“You have no right to refuse.”

“No, no, I didn’t refuse, I was just surprised… Lord Demon Ruler, is it really okay?”

“Do I need to say it a second time?”

“N-no… Okay, I agree, I agree.”

Ling Meng promptly acquiesced, becoming the woman of the Supreme Demon Lord was an opportunity of a lifetime; how could she refuse such a blessing? Better to be with this imposing Demon Ruler than be the leader herself.

Lin Nuo took Ling Meng’s hand and led her to the throne, subsequently sitting down.

With just a wave of his hand, all the demon disciples below knelt in reverence, offering him their highest respect.

Such majesty further stirred Ling Meng’s heart.

This was true kingship; with a mere snap of his fingers, everyone in the realm bowed and submitted.

And she merely stood beside him, relishing in the honor it brought.

“Sit on my lap.”

“Ah, Lord Demon Ruler?”

“I won’t say it a second time.”

“Oh, okay.”

Ling Meng complied, gently adjusting her dress, then sat on Lin Nuo’s lap, her hands resting on his shoulders, her slender waist encircled by him.