Slowly, a turning point emerged on the battlefield. Though the Demon Clan had superior numbers, they lacked powerful commanders and gradually fell into a disadvantage.
Finally, Su seized an opportunity, pressing his crimson bone fan against Luo Feng’s neck. “Everyone, stop!”
His voice, infused with Demonic Power, instantly pierced the ears of all present. Seeing this, the Demon Generals halted their movements one after another.
Xuan Mo’s blood seemed to freeze in an instant. A surge of immense Demonic Power pushed Zhaozhao aside as he rushed recklessly to Su’s side.
Su smiled maliciously, simultaneously inching the bone fan forward. “Come any closer, and he dies~”
Xuan Mo immediately froze in place. “Fine, I won’t move.”
Luo Feng wore an indifferent expression. “Brother, don’t worry. If I die, so be it.”
“Shut up!” Xuan Mo’s eyes sharpened as he glared fiercely and scolded him.
Luo Feng shook his head with a gentle smile. “It’s not worth it, brother.” Yet tears slowly welled in his eyes, trickling down his cheeks and dripping onto the bone fan.
Xuan Mo clenched his fists, restraining himself again and again. In the end, unable to bear it, he softened his stance. “As long as you don’t harm my brother, I… will agree to anything.”
“Oh?”
“Such a good deal?”
Su remained smiling.
Hearing this, Xuan Mo thought he had agreed to release Luo Feng, but before his lifted heart could settle, he abruptly heard Su’s tone shift completely. “But did you ever spare my brother?!”
Following Su’s gaze, Xuan Mo happened to see Zhaozhao unable to hold on, suddenly spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Su slowly closed his eyes. After calming slightly, he whispered, “Then cutting off one of his legs isn’t too much, is it?”
“No.” Xuan Mo’s face darkened, adopting a posture ready for mutual destruction.
Su, accustomed to arrogance since childhood, could least tolerate others harming what he cared about. Moreover, this was his most precious brother—the brother he himself couldn’t bear to scold harshly. How could he endure seeing him injured like this today!
He sneered mockingly, “I’m not negotiating with you.”
Killing intent surged in Su’s eyes. Just as he was about to slice off Luo Feng’s head, Zhaozhao walked over.
“Leave this matter for me to discuss, alright?”
Xuan Mo only saw that Divine Son Zhao Zhao slightly tugged the corner of his mouth at Su, and then that nearly crazed fellow instantly calmed down.
“Alright.” Su obediently agreed.
Hehe, Zhaozhao smiled at me again.
Xuan Mo:…
Meanwhile, Zhaozhao was thinking that killing a prince in Demon Clan territory, even with their extraordinary abilities, might not allow them to escape unscathed.
Though deeply moved by Su’s protectiveness, the greater situation still had to take priority at critical moments.
A peaceful resolution was the best approach.
“We can return your brother unharmed, but we have conditions.”
Zhaozhao looked at Xuan Mo, speaking unhurriedly.
Meeting those calm golden eyes, Xuan Mo felt a sense of foreboding.
Half an hour later
Holding the signed “humiliating and concessionary” treaty, Xuan Mo replayed its contents in his mind, unable to regain his composure for a long time.
It truly felt like a dream.
“Brother.Just then, the “culprit” Luo Feng grinned and approached him, Xuan Mo gritted his teeth to suppress the urge to scold him.
However, recalling the scene where he had nearly lost his life today, Xuan Mo roughly ruffled his hair.
“Next time something like this happens, stay far away.”
“Okay, brother, but will there be a next time?”
Xuan Mo:…
Indeed, with the humiliating treaty now signed, he was forced to refrain from actively provoking the Divine Realm’s Divine Sons and Daughters for the next five hundred years.
Seeing Xuan Mo frozen like stone, Luo Feng couldn’t help but chuckle softly, “Was it worth it, brother?”
Xuan Mo was taken aback for a moment before replying earnestly, “For you, everything is worth it.”
“But we’ve lost a great opportunity for resurgence this time. Don’t you regret it?”
“No regrets.”
“Why?”
“No reason needed.”
“But—”
Xuan Mo finally lost his patience, “Shut up.”
“Alright.”
Luo Feng, satisfied with the scolding, smiled like a fox.
To be precise, like a very happy fox.
…
On the other side, Zhaozhao was in an exceptionally cheerful mood. Not only had he secured the Demon Realm’s Crown Prince’s promise not to cause trouble for five hundred years, but he had also rescued Nanyue without any casualties.
Even when he saw Su’s familiar bone fan, he was in high enough spirits to tease him, “This bone fan… I think I’ve seen it before.”
Hearing this, Su immediately grew guilty and tried to hide it. When he looked up, he saw Zhaozhao’s faintly amused expression.
Seeing this, Su dropped the act, “Back then, I was blind and foolish, failing to recognize you, Zhaozhao, and mistakenly used it to harm you. Now that it’s in your hands, you may deal with it as you wish.”
He took Zhaozhao’s hand, still stained with grimy blood, and placed the fan in it.
Upon hearing this, Zhaozhao promptly tucked it away, “Alright, I’ll return it to you in a few days.”
The sinister aura the bone fan had emitted back then was no illusion—he intended to find out what Su was up to.
Su:…
Well, Zhaozhao didn’t even bother to decline.
Thinking of the bone fan, Su truly felt a pang of guilt, his eyes shifting restlessly.
And as his gaze drifted, it eventually met Shi Qinian’s eyes.
Shi Qinian smiled gently, “It’s getting late. Let’s return to the Divine Realm.”
As he spoke, he walked over to Zhaozhao and offered a supporting arm.
Among them, Zhaozhao had fought alone against the powerfully demonic Xuan Mo and was the most severely injured.
Not to be outdone, Su immediately stepped to the other side to support him as well.