Chapter 983: Who Else?

Chapter 983: Who Else?

This scene was so adorable that even Luoluo felt a bit embarrassed and started laughing.
Her laughter was crisp and clear, giggling softly.
In the sentence she had just spoken, there was also a "ge" sound, though the tone differed, the character was the same.
She had been used to speaking like this since childhood.
But ever since returning from the capital to White Emperor City, especially in recent days, she had never spoken this way again, nor had she laughed so happily.
She had become calm and steady, as if she had truly grown up.
Until today, when Chen Changsheng arrived riding a crane, she suddenly turned back into the little girl from those years ago.
Watching this scene and hearing her laughter, some of the great figures of the demon race felt deeply gratified, but more of them felt heavy-hearted.
They knew why Luoluo was so joyful—because she believed Chen Changsheng would surely take charge of this matter, and they themselves were equally convinced of that.
As the Human Race Pope, Chen Changsheng would never allow his student to marry the Demon Lord, nor would he stand by and watch the demon race ally with the demonic race.
What would Lady Mu do next?
A strong wind suddenly howled in from the wilderness behind the imperial city, carrying a faintly salty taste and a dampness.
This should be a sea breeze, though it was unclear if it came from the distant Western Continent.
The pear blossoms scattered across the ground were stirred by the wind, gradually fluttering up, but not flying too high, lingering around their knees.
Whether it was the sea breeze or the dancing pear blossoms, it was all because Lady Mu had deeply gazed at Chen Changsheng.
Deep as in profound, like an abyss, concealing a chilling intent.
But before Lady Mu could speak or act, the scene shifted again.
The Bear Clan chieftain stepped forward, carrying his heavy iron staff.
The Scholar Clan chieftain reached into the air to test the temperature of the sea breeze, shook his head, and also stepped forward.
The Prime Minister, along with over a dozen ministers and demon generals, stepped forward as well.
They emerged from the crowd around the viewing platform—they stood out.
Even knowing they had to face the majesty and power hidden within that sea breeze.
This was taking a stand.
The Prime Minister, the chieftains, and those ministers and demon generals represented a significant portion of the demon race’s power.
They had always been close to the human race and firmly opposed allying with the demonic race.
Earlier in the hall, they had already expressed their stance. The reason they hadn’t persisted or acted when Luoluo was forced into marriage was that, relying solely on their own strength, it was difficult to directly confront the collective will of Lady Mu and the Council of Elders without adequate preparation, especially since this seemed to be the will of the White Emperor as well.
But now Chen Changsheng had arrived.
He was the Pope, with sufficient qualifications to represent the entire human race.
With such a powerful external ally present, if they didn’t seize this moment to declare their position, what right did they have to stand here?
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That sea breeze contained an extremely powerful will and clear intent.
Chen Changsheng sensed it very clearly but had no thought of backing down.
Even now, he wasn’t entirely sure what had happened, only grasping the general situation.
But he believed that even if this truly was the will of the White Emperor and Lady Mu, there would still be many factions within the demon race willing to support him, or rather, willing to support the human race.
More importantly, he was very certain that Lady Mu would not attack him, at least not under the watchful eyes of so many.
Everything depended on the measure.
If the demon race wanted to ally with the demonic race, they could use Xuan Yuan Po’s death as a sacrificial token of trust, but Chen Changsheng was different.
His status and position were different.
If he died in White Emperor City at the hands of the demon race, it would inevitably stir up a storm across the continent.
Even if, behind the scenes, his teacher Shang Xingzhou might be delighted, at that moment, the Great Zhou court would surely gather its army and launch a fierce attack on the demon domain. Otherwise, the fury of billions of believers would directly burn the palaces and mansions in the capital to ashes.
As for how violently or even crazily the Li Palace would react, one didn’t even need to think to know.
The demon race’s alliance with the demonic race was for security and future prospects—why would they be willing to pay such a terrible price?
The sea breeze gradually dissipated, and the white pear blossoms fell back to the ground.
Lady Mu remained calm as before, making no move.
Chen Changsheng’s reasoning was correct, but he had miscalculated one thing.
Lady Mu indeed wouldn’t personally kill him, but in her eyes, Chen Changsheng was already a dead man.
Because there was someone who wanted him dead even more than she did.
A calm voice rang out.
“Hard to defy your teacher’s command? If your teacher is dead, naturally there’s no command, so where is the difficulty?”
Chen Changsheng looked at the person beneath the pear tree and said nothing.
He had seen this person in the Snow Ridge before and knew their identity.
The most powerful Demon Lord on the continent, appearing alone in White Emperor City—he understood very well what that meant.
What Shang Xingzhou had mentioned in that letter had indeed become reality.
This was the worst possible scenario.
Chen Changsheng’s heart grew heavy, but his gaze became even more indifferent.
The Demon Lord looked at him with a smile and said, “Since our parting in the Snow Ridge, many days have passed. I wonder if you can survive today.”
The demon race’s experts present probably wouldn’t attack Chen Changsheng, but he certainly would.
Because the demon race had a choice, while between the demonic race and the human race, there was no chance of reconciliation—at least not for centuries, with no sign of it.
The hatred between the demonic race and the human race was too deep.
During the siege of Luoyang and the Northern Expedition to destroy the demons, both sides had left the most brutal, indelible marks on each other’s collective will.
If anyone proposed peace between the two races, even figures like the Demon Lord and Chen Changsheng would die without a burial place.
Their most loyal subordinates and followers would abandon them, and all believers and subjects would spit on the ground where they walked.
Elders like Shang Xingzhou and Old Master Tang would surely annihilate Chen Changsheng’s soul.
The Council of Elders in Snow Old City and the dozens of demon generals led by the Demon Marshal would surely topple the Demon Lord from his throne and throw him into that abyss.
Thus, the demonic race and the human race could never reconcile.
The Demon Lord would definitely kill Chen Changsheng.
The story of that night in the Snow Ridge had already proven that he indeed possessed such power.
No matter how high Chen Changsheng’s cultivation talent was, he was still no match for him.
The Bear Clan chieftain wanted to step forward but was stopped by Old Master Deer.
The Xiang Clan chieftain cast a meaningful glance at the Scholar Clan chieftain.
The Red River demon guards, maintaining order, vigilantly watched every corner.
There was slight chaos on the viewing platform, the atmosphere growing more tense, with even a few conflicts breaking out.
Lady Mu’s expression was indifferent, paying no attention to these matters.
As in countless years past, White Emperor City was still under her control, and no one could help Chen Changsheng.
And even if Chen Changsheng died here, it would have nothing to do with the demon race—what a perfect outcome?
The Demon Lord looked at Chen Changsheng and said, “I’m curious whether Shang Xingzhou will travel ten thousand miles to save you.”
Chen Changsheng thought for a moment and replied, “Given my teacher’s style, he probably won’t.”
The Demon Lord gazed at him with pity and said, “The youngest Human Race Pope dying like this is truly lamentable.”
Chen Changsheng said, “No need to lament yet, because if my teacher doesn’t come, Black Robe and the Demon Marshal likely won’t either.”
There was another layer of meaning hidden in these words.
If Black Robe or the Demon Marshal had come to White Emperor City, then Shang Xingzhou would surely come, Prince Xiang would probably come too, and even Wang Po, whose injuries hadn’t healed, would come.
In the eyes of Black Robe and the Demon Marshal, as long as no Sacred Domain experts appeared, no one could be a match for the Demon Lord, so they certainly wouldn’t come.
The Demon Lord raised an eyebrow slightly and said, “What are you trying to say?”
Chen Changsheng said, “What I’m trying to say is, who else can stop me from killing you?”