In truth, when Chen Chao was still several hundred miles away from the demon race camp, the Demon Lord Redsleeve inside the main tent had already received the news.

This demon lord, born of the royal clan and having become the commander-in-chief of the demon race despite being a woman, narrowed her eyes and glanced at the demon generals in the tent before asking with a smile, "Should we try killing him?"

After those words were spoken, not a single demon general present could answer. If Chen Chao had not yet broken through, then after his battle with His Majesty, they would certainly have volunteered without hesitation to kill this young Lord Warden Commander.

But the current situation was that His Majesty had personally gone south for the sake of killing that young human martial artist. Yet what was the result?

That young human martial artist had actually come south just like this.

Even His Majesty had failed to keep him behind.

What could they possibly do?

Thus, the demon generals exchanged glances, and in the end said in unison, "We ask Your Highness the Eldest Princess to decide!"

Demon Lord Redsleeve smiled, no emotion visible in her eyes. Then she rose to her feet, walked out of the main tent, climbed a high platform, and watched as that young martial artist gradually approached the demon race camp from afar.

The demon soldiers at the very front of the camp had long since been standing ready in strict formation, yet they were nervous beyond measure. The young martial artist before them looked young, but he was far from as harmless as his appearance suggested!

Leaving aside his reputation among the humans, just within the demon race alone, who knew how many great demons had died by his hand during the battle in the desolate north? From that time onward, his vicious reputation had already become firmly established in the eyes of the demon race.

Now, with every further step he took forward, the fact that he had fought a battle against the supreme and invincible His Majesty in their hearts, and afterward had still arrived here completely unharmed, spoke for itself.

Less than a mile away.

The demon soldiers could already clearly feel the chill of the straight saber at that young man's waist.

A few hundred feet away.

The demon soldiers could already clearly see the appearance of that young martial artist.

Less than a hundred feet.

The demon soldiers could already hear those slow footsteps clearly.

......

......

That young martial artist had already arrived before the gates of the demon army camp.

Chen Chao stopped at the entrance and looked around. Then, without hesitation, he walked inside.

The demon soldiers closest to this young martial artist practically brushed shoulders with him, yet still no one dared to make a move.

Autumn behind him watched this scene with a complicated expression. After lingering for a moment, she still followed him inside.

Chen Chao walked slowly through this demon race camp just like that, as though he were the commander of this million-strong demon army, currently inspecting his troops.

Demon Lord Redsleeve stood atop the high platform, looking at the young man below, clicking her tongue as she laughed. "So you're Chen Chao. I've heard quite a few stories about you. Today, I've finally met you."

Chen Chao raised his head and looked at the red-robed Demon Lord Redsleeve. After thinking for a moment, he said, "So you're that demon race Eldest Princess whom even the Demon Emperor has to call Aunt. Then just how old are you?"

Among humans, casually saying a woman was old was something that would usually make her dislike you.

Demon Lord Redsleeve narrowed her eyes, her emotions unreadable, and merely smiled as she said, "Don't you humans have a saying? That older women know how to dote on people?"

Chen Chao glanced helplessly at the female demon lord. "But you're a bit too old, aren't you?"

A woman only somewhat older than himself could be called elder sister, but someone this much older... forget calling her elder sister, even calling her an old hag would already be putting it mildly.

Demon Lord Redsleeve still did not get angry. Narrowing her eyes, she smiled and said, "Young men really do speak without restraint. But considering how remarkable you are, I won't get angry. After all, even my nephew, the Demon Emperor, failed to gain any advantage against you."

Chen Chao smiled and said, "How about we make another deal? Let's join hands and kill the Demon Emperor. We'll support you as the new Demon Emperor. After all, haven't you always wanted to become Demon Emperor? Wouldn't that work out perfectly? Then both sides could call a truce and strive for a hundred years of peace."

Demon Lord Redsleeve smiled and said, "Alright."

Dark dealings had certainly happened in this world before, but never had anyone openly plotted one so loudly.

Several demon generals watched from nearby, all somewhat helpless. Could something like this really be discussed out in the open? Your Highness the Eldest Princess, couldn't you at least avoid saying it in front of people?

Chen Chao brushed it off with a smile.

Whether it was him or Demon Lord Redsleeve, both understood clearly that such a thing could never be accomplished. The royal throne of the demon race could be fought over, but it was absolutely impossible to ally with the humans in doing so. That would make one the public enemy of the entire demon race. At that point, forget becoming Demon Emperor, even keeping one's life would not be easy.

"Ah, you're really making me lose face here. You're truly planning to walk straight through here?"

Demon Lord Redsleeve suddenly spoke again. She was still smiling, but she no longer seemed quite so relaxed.

Chen Chao looked ahead and asked curiously, "If I don't walk through here, then how am I supposed to go back?"

The demon race army stretched across the desolate north. Chen Chao had to pass through here in order to return to the Northern Frontier Great Wall.

Of course, he could take a detour.

Chen Chao rested a hand on Cloud Mud at his waist, extending a finger to rub the saber hilt. He also narrowed his eyes, looking at the endless demon army before him, and smiled. "As for losing face, hasn't the human race already lost enough face before the demon race over these hundreds and thousands of years? We can't keep going on like this forever."

The humiliation of the Great Jin Dynasty would not be forgotten by the human race.

Demon Lord Redsleeve thought for a moment, then laughed charmingly. "That actually sounds somewhat reasonable. Then go ahead and try."

Chen Chao nodded and casually said, "This official will simply walk forward like this. You lot can give it a try."

The words were spoken lightly, but all the demon generals present heard the killing intent within them. If it had been anyone else speaking here, they would have died countless times over already. Yet when this young martial artist said it, what could they do besides remain silent?

One had to know that when that Great Liang Emperor crossed the desolate north in the past, it had already greatly shocked the demon race. Yet who could have expected this young martial artist to be even more overboard than that Great Liang Emperor?

This uncle and nephew pair truly inspired both fear and admiration.

After throwing out those words, Chen Chao no longer intended to continue speaking with Demon Lord Redsleeve. Instead, he continued forward, walking through the demon race camp at an unhurried pace.

At this moment, Autumn arrived here. She glanced at Demon Lord Redsleeve above. Toward this demon lord of extraordinarily high seniority within the demon race, Autumn felt no particular affection.

Demon Lord Redsleeve clicked her tongue and said, "Little Autumn, you're really just going to watch him walk like this? People have always been saying that you like him. Looks like that rumor wasn't false after all. Following him around like this, are you afraid he'll die here?"

Autumn showed no emotional fluctuation, merely looking at Demon Lord Redsleeve as she said, "Aren't you also just watching like this?"

Demon Lord Redsleeve smiled without speaking.

......

......

Some things had simply never happened before. In all of history, there had never been a human who could casually walk through the demon race army while the demons could only watch helplessly.

Although the demon race was a very pragmatic race and did not care much about reputation or humiliation, there were always some demons who were different.

Just as Chen Chao reached the heart of the demon army, a demon lord finally could not endure it anymore. This demon lord hid among the crowd, desperately concealing his aura. Once Chen Chao came within a short distance of him, he suddenly attacked. A vast surge of demonic qi instantly sought to engulf Chen Chao.

Yet the young martial artist, who had been walking slowly moments before, suddenly vanished from where he stood. When he reappeared, he was already before that demon lord.

The young martial artist directly drove his elbow into the demon lord's chest. An even more terrifying aura erupted in an instant, and with just that single blow, sent the demon lord flying several hundred feet away.

After that, along that line, Chen Chao began rushing forward in great strides, leaving behind afterimages.

Before those afterimages had even faded, Chen Chao had already arrived before that demon lord again, smashing a heavy punch toward his head.

The demon lord raised both hands above his head, trying to block the young martial artist's overwhelmingly heavy punch. But in an instant, both arms snapped apart with a crack.

The demon race had always been famed for the strength of their physiques, but in front of Chen Chao, this martial artist who had likewise tempered his body to the extreme, they seemed somewhat unable to withstand a single blow.

But in truth, there was also a suppression in cultivation realm between them.

The demon lord let out a muffled groan. Before he could say anything, he saw another snow-white flash of saber light.

The next moment, he could no longer see anything at all.

The young martial artist held a demon lord's severed head in one hand while gripping his saber in the other. Blood dripped from the blade, while the saber hilt had, at this moment, changed from pitch-black to snow-white.

Then the young martial artist, one hand carrying Cloud Mud, the other carrying the demon lord's head, looked around at everyone and said with a smile, "Try again? This official may not have a second saber, but do you all have a second life?"

Countless demon soldiers could not help but take a step backward.

A demon lord capable of ruling supreme within the Demon Domain, whose territory would certainly have been vast, had just died here.

And so quickly at that.

No one dared to attack again.

Those demons who had suspected this young martial artist was already an arrow at the end of its flight had now completely abandoned that thought.

Even if he truly were a spent force, the young martial artist before them could probably still casually slaughter a few demon lords.

Thus everyone, at this moment, could only watch helplessly as that young martial artist slowly departed the demon camp carrying the head of a great demon.

His figure gradually receded into the distance.

Until no one could see him anymore.

Autumn chased all the way to the very front of the demon army before finally stopping.

Indeed, he still possessed the ability to kill a demon lord in an instant.

Then why had he not killed me before?

......

......

On the walls of the Northern Frontier Great Wall, countless generals were waiting for Chen Chao's return. Yet the more time passed, the more worried they became.

Yu Xiyi and Yun Jianyue had already arrived atop the walls.

These two figures, whose reputations shook the world, lingered on the walls for a moment, exchanged glances, and were just about to head into the depths of the desolate north.

But the very next moment, Yun Jianyue grabbed Yu Xiyi's sleeve and pointed into the distance.

At some unknown point, a young man in black clothes had appeared atop the distant walls.

Standing beside him was a woman as delicate as pear blossoms.

Xie Nandu looked ahead and asked, "How was it?"

The young martial artist, who had just returned alive from the brink of death in the desolate north, smiled and said, "Not a big deal. The Demon Emperor didn't dare risk his life against mine. Afterward, I walked straight through the demon army, and everyone could only watch helplessly. I even casually killed a demon lord along the way."

Listening to Chen Chao talk until this point, Xie Nandu took out a handkerchief from her robes and handed it to him, saying, "Next time, wipe the blood off before trying to act tough."

At this moment, Chen Chao was facing away from everyone on the walls. But in truth, blood had been continuously flowing from the corner of his mouth the entire time, refusing to stop.