QT: The Rescue Of The Miserable Bigshots-Chapter 209 - 7.39

"Then tell them now..." Lou Yan calmly raised his hand, gesturing toward the demon patriarchs and elders. "From this day on, I will personally take the seat of the Demon Lord. You, Yin Luo, will be demoted to Demon King, but given that your cultivation is still above theirs, the title of the head of the patriarch should rightfully remain yours."

"Thank you, master, no... Thank you, Demon Lord!"

Yin Luo finally felt completely at ease.

It seemed Lou Yan had no intention of killing him to take the position of Demon Lord. On the contrary, he wanted to keep him around, likely as a useful pawn in the future. That was fine. Three hundred years of cautious loyalty hadn’t been in vain.

But to remain the head of the patriarch?

Yin Luo couldn’t help but question it. If he was demoted to Demon King, shouldn’t that place him among them, not above?

Or perhaps... Lou Yan was simply accustomed to things as they were.

Whatever the reason, his questions didn’t remain unanswered for long.

"What!?"

"Demon Lord? You?"

The patriarchs and elders were in such shock that they nearly choked on their own spiritual energy. Processing the news seemed entirely beyond them.

"Yes." Lou Yan tilted his head slightly, raised his brows, pretending to be puzzled, "Isn’t it possible?"

"Of course not! Certainly not! The title of Demon Lord isn’t something that can just be passed on at someone’s whim. Even if Yin Luo relinquishes it, the throne must go to the strongest, not the one chosen by the former Lord!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Lou Yan clicked his tongue, then rose slowly from his seat. He descended the steps at an unhurried pace, graceful and unbothered, finally coming to a stop beside the middle-aged demon elder who had spoken. "I understand, after all, you’re the one with the highest cultivation after Yin Luo. Naturally, you were the one everyone thought would be next in line. So I get it, I really do."

Then, Lou Yan took a small, casual step back.

"I understand perfectly."

The final words, though spoken softly, erupted like thunder in the demon’s ears. In the same instant, a jet-black sword, appearing in Lou Yan’s hand without warning, was driven cleanly through the demon’s chest.

With a sharp pull, Lou Yan withdrew the blade, and blood fanned out in a crimson arc.

The middle-aged demon’s mouth hung open, as if still trying to speak. His eyes were wide, frozen in a stare of utter disbelief.

But whatever words he meant to say were lost forever, his breath stilled in an instant.

His body hit the ground with a heavy thud, like a collapsed boulder. All around him, the demon patriarchs and elders drew in sharp breaths, the sudden sound disturbingly loud in the suffocating silence.

None dared to speak.

For a moment, none even dared to breathe.

Lou Yan stood motionless, the black sword still in his hand. Though he had stepped aside at the last second, Lou Yan’s white robes were now touched with red. Even with all his care, he hadn’t escaped the stain.

This also made Lou Yan’s expression twist slightly. He raised his hand lazily toward the corpse on the ground, "Damn it, you dirty my clothes."

Demonic energy burst forth from the corpse like smoke under pressure, pouring from the center of its forehead and flooding into Lou Yan’s hand.

The body shriveled instantly, collapsing in on itself, cracking and flaking apart, until all that remained was a brittle outline of dust where a man had once been.

"Evoking the Devil Art!"

The few demon patriarchs and elders who witnessed the scene were instantly struck with terror.

They could no longer think of resisting!

The Devil Art was known as the most ruthless and formidable skill in the demon world. Once mastered, its wielder became nearly unstoppable, an embodiment of merciless power.

No one with even a shred of sense would dare provoke such a being.

"Yin Luo."

Feeling the power in his body that had been replenished again, Lou Yan’s mood suddenly improved a little. He didn’t like the weakness that had weighed on him these last two days.

"Master... Demon Lord."

Yin Luo hurriedly responded and stepped forward.

"Get rid of this annoying ash."

Lou Yan glanced down at the few drops of red staining his chest with a flicker of disdain. He then turned his gaze toward Jiang Jiamian, as if about to speak, but hesitated and fell silent.

Without another word, he lifted his leg and strode toward him.

"Yes, Lord Demon."

Behind him, Yin Luo’s respectful voice sounded.

Jiang Jiamian couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. Seriously, with this guy’s personality, he didn’t even let him face the demon patriarchs and elders just like that?

He didn’t think Lou Yan would care about his Immortal Lord’s reputation.

Lou Yan appeared beside him, grabbed his hand, and squeezed tightly, "Don’t worry. I’ve got a better way for you to make an entrance."

Jiang Jiamian: "..."

If Lou Yan is not in a hurry, then neither is he.

"The new Demon Lord!? Who is it? How could the demon world change its master so suddenly, without any warning?"

Word that Lou Yan was about to officially claim the title of Demon Lord spread like wildfire, fueled by his deliberate efforts.

For a time, the shock rippled through the demon cultivators and reached even the immortal realm, where endless speculation and talk followed.

"Yes, and according to reliable sources, the new Demon Lord isn’t one of the patriarchs or elders. He’s someone who appeared out of nowhere, suddenly killed the strongest among them, and forcefully claimed the position. What’s even stranger is that the former Demon Lord, Yin Luo, wasn’t killed. He was simply demoted to Demon King and allowed to remain in the demon realm. The whole situation is bizarre."

"This person is so weird, I can’t tell if his rise to power is a blessing or a threat to our immortal world."

"Exactly. If he turns out to be a treacherous and unpredictable figure who aims to disrupt the balance between us, then I fear another war is inevitable." ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"Have we already forgotten? The war between the immortals and demons only ended three thousand years ago. After all these years of fragile peace, a single change in leadership could be enough to awaken old ambitions."

"If the new Demon Lord harbors such intentions... we may not be ready for what comes next."

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