Chapter 1511: The Great Elder

"Qiao Xugong, how dare you take advantage of someone's vulnerability and attack them from behind! What kind of skill is that?" Duan Tianchou's miniature figure could be vaguely seen in the mirror. He thrashed about inside, but remained trapped in the mirror world, only able to direct his impotent rage at the Great Elf King.

Zu An was momentarily stunned. So, this nominal father-in-law's name was Qiao Xugong?

That made sense. He hadn't been born the Great Elf King; he must have had his own name. It was just that after he became the Great Elf King, few people referred to him by his true name, causing most to forget it.

However, the name gave Zu An an urge to ask his confidante, "Between Xu Gong and me, who is more handsome?"

Furthermore, wasn't this fellow a bit too flamboyant? Yet, looking at the accustomed expressions on the faces of those around him, it was clear that having been in the royal court, they had long since grown used to it.

"Taking advantage of someone's vulnerability and attacking from behind?" The Great Elf King flashed a perfect smile at the mirror. "Isn't that precisely what you dark elves excel at? I merely tried using a bit of your own technique, and you can't stand it already?"

"Damn it!" Duan Tianchou cursed. "Don't flash that disgusting smile at me."

The Great Elf King, who had been chatting amiably, instantly flew into a rage upon hearing this. "How can you find such an elegant, amiable, and peerlessly handsome smile disgusting? Are you blind?!"

Naturally, Duan Tianchou refused to be outdone, and the two quickly devolved into a shouting match.

Everyone present was speechless.

The Second Prince's expression flickered between shades of dismay. With the Great Elf King's arrival, it seemed their momentum for today was lost.

Perhaps he should temporarily retreat, taking Sixth Uncle with him. "Where there's life, there's hope..." Oh, hell!

His eyes widened in an instant as he saw Zu An string an arrow, aiming it at Sixth Uncle in the air.

Sixth Uncle's liver was trembling. Seeing Mr. Bat and Blacktooth Shatterfang killed one after another had already panicked him. He thought about escaping the battlefield—as a Grandmaster, where couldn't he live a life of luxury?

However, the long-haired, large-chested woman opposite him was incredibly fierce, and her martial arts were so unpredictable that he couldn't break free.

"Damn it, we have no personal grudges. Do we really need to fight this desperately?"

He didn't know that at this moment, Yun Jianyue was seething with resentment. That scoundrel Zu An had first helped the Ice-Stone Woman—why not her?

They had met first, and had even lived together in the palace for so long; she believed their relationship should have surpassed that with the Ice-Stone Woman.

Yet, this scoundrel was just like all those other obnoxious men, each of them captivated by the Ice-Stone Woman's ethereal charm.

All men deserve to die!

Rage points from Yun Jianyue +444,444,444…

Sixth Uncle didn't understand why the woman opposite him suddenly surged with power, her attacks doubling in intensity, quickly leaving him with several injuries.

Then, seeing Duan Tianchou get blown apart by an arrow, he completely broke down from fright.

It was known that dark elves could enter the void at any time; they were usually the ones ambushing others. If they intended to flee, it was very difficult for anyone else to pursue them.

Despite this, Duan Tianchou had still sacrificed half his vital blood to create a substitute puppet to evade the arrow, proving that his vital energy had been completely locked onto by that arrow. Even fleeing into the void wouldn't have saved him; he could only choose such a tragic method.

He didn't possess such an escape method. If he were hit by that arrow, he'd probably explode on the spot.

He reacted quickly, immediately giving up resistance and offering a fawning smile as he begged for mercy: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding! We're all on the same side."

His sudden plea left Yun Jianyue somewhat bewildered, making it awkward for her to deliver a killing blow at that moment.

"On the same side?" Zu An sneered, his bow and arrow still aimed at him.

A cold sweat broke out all over Sixth Uncle. He hurriedly said, "Little Prince, I'm your Sixth Uncle! I even bought you candied haws when you were a child. Oh, and I have nothing to do with the Second Prince. I only stepped in today to uphold justice because the Crown Prince was harming his siblings. It doesn't mean I support him!"

"Compared to the Second Prince, I actually think you, Little Prince, are more suitable to be the Demon Emperor. You are the late Demon Emperor's only legitimate prince, and your mother is the Demon Empress, so of course, you are the most qualified to become the Demon Emperor."

He rattled off various reasons in one breath, never realizing his eloquence was so good, or that he could speak so quickly.

The others present were momentarily dazed. They had truly broadened their horizons today, not only witnessing so many Grandmasters engaged in battle, but also seeing a Grandmaster instantly killed, and now, a Grandmaster begging for mercy like a dog.

Hu Qianxiao suddenly felt tears welling up. His grievances were finally cleared! Someone finally understood the pain he had just endured. He was the mighty Hu Qianxiao; did they think he *wanted* to suddenly start meowing if he hadn't been shrouded by the will of death?

The Second Prince, meanwhile, was so furious his nose felt twisted. What kind of people had he cultivated? All his painstaking efforts over the years had ultimately become a joke.

As Zu An hesitated, his expression suddenly shifted slightly, and he looked to the side.

At that moment, the sky churned with wind and clouds, and a terrifying aura emanated from within the cloud layers. Soon after, several illusory human faces gradually materialized in the sky. Each face was incredibly ancient, but their auras were immensely vast. Even Yan Xuehen and Yun Jianyue instinctively retreated, as these figures, though mere projections, possessed auras several times stronger than their own.

Especially the one seemingly at the head, whose aura was almost comparable to that of the former Demon Emperor!

"Grand Elder, you've finally arrived!" Upon seeing him, the elder known as Sixth Uncle immediately teared up.

"Silence, you disgraceful fool." The Grand Elder glared at him, and two beams of light enveloped Sixth Uncle, as if capable of reducing him to ashes at any moment.

Sixth Uncle trembled uncontrollably but dared not make another sound.

The Little Demon Empress quickly tugged at Zu An, signaling him to put away his arrow. She then secretly transmitted a message through vital energy: "These are some of the royal elders, many of whom are even older than the Demon Emperor himself. They've sealed themselves within the ancestral lines of the Imperial Mausoleum for years, and their cultivation is truly astonishing."

Zu An nodded discreetly. That Sixth Uncle from earlier also seemed to be part of the Elder Council, though he had only joined a few years ago, making him, at best, an intern.

This group of individuals possessed extremely high cultivation levels. Most of them were nearing the end of their lifespans and unable to break through to higher realms, so they sealed themselves to await future changes in the world, hoping for a chance to break through and gain new longevity.

Their true forms had not arrived; they had merely projected illusory figures, likely to conserve their lifespans.

"Greetings, Elders!" The Second Prince's eyes gleamed with excitement. He had thought their cause was lost for the day, but with the appearance of these tribal elders, a turning point had arrived.

No matter how high Zu An's cultivation was, could it surpass that of several elders? Especially the Grand Elder, who possessed combat strength almost comparable to his Imperial Father. One person alone would be enough to overwhelm the entire scene.

Not to mention the other elders!

The Grand Elder nodded slightly, then his gaze swept around before quickly settling on Zu An and the Sun-Shooting Bow in his hand.

At this point, the Great Elf King lightly coughed. "To what do we owe the sudden presence of the Elders?"

His transcendent status, combined with his arrogant personality, meant he wasn't as fearful of these elders as ordinary people were.

Seeing the Grand Elder looking at his nominal son-in-law, he worried that they might start fighting at the slightest disagreement.

Although this son-in-law was unremarkable in appearance, falling light-years short of his own handsomeness, he was at least quite capable with a bow. He was quite satisfied with this son-in-law.

In his eyes, there were only three levels of descriptive terms for appearance in the world: the first level was, of course, himself, unique in all the land.

The second level was "unremarkable," perhaps falling short of him by a mere ten thousand miles.

As for everyone else, they were all ugly.

Beautiful faces were all alike; ugly ones were uniquely hideous.

Therefore, it was incredibly rare for this nominal son-in-law to receive the evaluation of "unremarkable."

The Grand Elder snorted coldly. "The entire royal court is in chaos; how could I not come?"

The Little Demon Empress spoke up at this moment. "Grand Elder, you can't blame us for this. It was the Second Prince who harmed his siblings. We were merely acting in self-defense. We hope the Grand Elder will uphold justice."

As the Empress, she was naturally the most qualified to speak.

Furthermore, she was born exceptionally beautiful, and with her young son cradled in her arms, she truly looked pitiful, making it difficult for anyone to harbor hostility towards her.

The Grand Elder followed her gaze and saw the Crown Prince's bound corpse and Elder Wu's severed head among the Second Prince's ranks. His expression immediately darkened.