Chapter 2359: Recognizing the Identity

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The divine might occasionally emanating from above the clouds caused countless demons to prostrate themselves on the ground in worship. The trembling oppressive force made the time-worn Temple of Priests rattle, as if the entire structure was about to collapse from the tremors. Yet, this perilous environment did not faze those inside in the slightest. On the contrary, each person's mind echoed with the Demon Lord's recent words: "If the one fighting him isn't the Lord of Slaughter, then who is it?"

It's important to note that the Demon Lord was once a subordinate of the Lord of Slaughter, and had always schemed to usurp the throne, making his understanding of the Lord of Slaughter deeper than anyone else's. Moreover, now that they were fighting to the death, he naturally held nothing back and could discern the anomaly.

A glimmer of light appeared in Salome's eyes: That heartless one wasn't her father after all! "I knew Father would never treat me like this!" However, she had barely been happy for long when her smile suddenly froze. If that wasn't her father, then where was her real father? For a moment, she didn't even dare to continue thinking.

At this moment, "Zuan" suddenly stirred, moving to the women's side to help them unlock their restraints. When it was Pei Mianman's turn, she raised a hand: "No need!" When "Lord of Slaughter" had restrained her just now, he naturally hadn't truly acted against her, but had used a clever illusion; by now, the restraints had long since been lifted. The other women instinctively came to her side, cautiously eyeing this "Zuan."

Pei Mianman couldn't help but smile: "It's fine, she's one of us." Unexpectedly, Miss Jingteng, who initially seemed unapproachable, had acted so convincingly these past few days.

Jingteng also glanced at her, thinking to herself, "This woman's magnanimity is as grand as her chest. But I wonder who among the women she shared that 'Divine Maiden's Kiss' with last time is truly the main wife?" That scene back then was truly shocking, leaving an indelible impression on Jingteng.

"Sister, what nonsense are you talking about?" Black Jingteng's voice furiously cheered in her mind. "The main wife is obviously us sisters; other women can only call us 'sister'! After all, by age, who is older than us sisters? It's only natural for us to be the main wife!"

"I hear men prefer 18-year-olds," White Jingteng replied coldly.

"Aren't we also eighteen? And aren't eighteen centuries still eighteen?" Black Jingteng replied huffily.

White Jingteng was speechless.

At this moment, Salome finally reacted, turning to look at "Zuan": "Donal... no, I shouldn't call you Donal. Who was that imposter just now?" It's important to note that Donal was the one who found the great snow mountain that suppressed her father, and he was also the one who broke the sealing formation. How could he possibly have known nothing at all? Furthermore, he himself was an imposter! Realizing she had been utterly tricked by this person, and had exposed all of her father's schemes, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, her entire body bone-chillingly cold.

"It just so happens I've long since tired of wearing this worn-out mask," Jingteng said with a delicate hmph, then transformed, reverting to her original appearance. Seeing the originally handsome young master transform into a graceful and noble beautiful woman, all the demons were somewhat stunned. Even though they belonged to different species, they had to admit the beauty of the woman before them, and the particularly enchanting aura she possessed. But then again, weren't all those previous demon saintesses exceptionally beautiful? Who knew what exact reason had brought so many outstanding women together?

Even Salome, who had always been proud of her beauty, had to admit that in front of these women, she seemed to have no grounds for pride at all. However, she quickly recovered herself. Hmph, these women, no matter how beautiful, were merely serving others with their looks, mere playthings for the powerful. How could they be compared to someone like her, who could determine her own destiny?

Seeing that Donal was actually impersonated by a woman, the Grand Elder of the True Demon Clan couldn't help but wail loudly: "Donal is truly dead, truly dead!" Originally, upon hearing the Demon Lord's words, he had held onto a sliver of hope, but now, that last shred of illusion was also shattered. Seeing him wailing loudly, Pei Mianman and the others felt no sympathy at all; they knew perfectly well how evil that Donal had been. Their only concern now was A'Zu's current battle situation.

"Aunt, will he be in danger?" Ji Xiaoxi, the least composed, asked, her voice trembling slightly. The opponent was the Demon Lord. Remembering witnessing his power in the Demon World earlier, and the heartfelt fear of powerful figures across that entire world for him, they still felt lingering fear now. Jiang Luofu also looked up at the sky at this moment, her heart equally filled with worry.

"Don't worry," Pei Mianman said, gently stroking Ji Xiaoxi's slightly chubby cheek to comfort her. "I wouldn't dare say for sure in the Demon World, but here, he should at least be able to protect himself without much trouble." Hearing her words, Yun Yuqing and the others couldn't help but sigh in relief, murmuring to themselves, "That's right, he's so powerful, he'll definitely be fine." Although Pei Mianman had just said that, she was actually equally uncertain in her heart.

"You scoundrels! How dare you ignore me, young miss!" Salome fumed. She had just asked them a question, yet now, no one was paying attention to her. She was already filled with pent-up anger from being utterly tricked by those two, and now she was even more enraged. "Seize these wretches for me!"

Although the demons were still reeling from the shock of learning the Lord of Slaughter was an imposter, years of instinct still made them subconsciously obey her command. Two powerful demons charged directly forward. Pei Mianman reacted the fastest: "Watch out!" Black flames erupted around her, and a rose and a red spider lily bloomed in the air.

However, those two demons were top experts, second only to Mogard, and they each unleashed their ultimate skills to disperse the incoming black flames. The two demons were somewhat surprised: "This woman's cultivation is clearly far below ours, yet this skill is astonishing."

"Enough talk, take them down first," Mogard scolded. How dare they make the young miss angry? If he weren't severely injured now, he would have likely acted himself long ago. Soon, several other demons also attacked. Yun Yuqing, Jiang Luofu, and Solunshi hurriedly met the enemy, but their cultivation was significantly weaker than these demons', and they were quickly in perilous situations.

Just then, a cold, delicate voice rang out: "May all warriors array themselves forward! Azure Dragon, heed my command!" A high-pitched dragon's roar echoed, and a giant dragon's phantom appeared out of thin air in the temple, forcing back the many demons. The demons looked at Jingteng nearby, full of surprise and uncertainty, wondering why they had just felt fear, as if it were a dread from the depths of their souls.

"Thank you, Miss Jing," Pei Mianman hastily thanked her.

Jingteng's eyebrows slightly raised: "What, I just saved your lives, and you won't even call me 'sister'?"

Pei Mianman smiled slightly: "You are an elder. If you wish us to call you 'sister,' then we shall do so from now on." The implication was also clear: if it was due to age, they could call her 'sister,' but if it carried any other meaning, they would respectfully decline.

Jingteng was speechless. "This woman truly hides a knife in her smile," Jingteng thought. "If it weren't for that boy A'Zu's instruction to protect them, I'd really like to hang her up and beat her." She let out a soft hmph, expressing her dissatisfaction, then said, "With such a fierce battle raging above us, what's the point of us having a minor skirmish here? Once they decide a victor, you will naturally know the truth."

Salome's face flickered with changing emotions; no matter which side won, it wouldn't be good news for her. But now, Mogard and she were both severely injured and had no combat effectiveness. Relying solely on their subordinates, they couldn't quickly deal with those women opposite them, and if they happened to attract that imposter down to rescue them, they would most likely be doomed. And wouldn't this indirectly benefit the Demon Lord? Her gaze flickered, finally settling on the True Demon Elders. From the current perspective, only they, who shared a similar predicament, seemed like potential allies to win over.

At this moment, in the sky above, the surrounding floating clouds had long since been dispersed by the aftermath of the recent battle. The Demon Lord glanced at a wound on his chest, staring intently at the figure opposite him: "I know who you are now, the Regent of this world!"