The Demon Emperor was Saint Emperor

Chapter 233 - 232: Prince and Princess

"This is truly my complete form..."

Feeling the exponentially growing power within him, Lynn couldn’t help but mutter.

No wonder, even though they were both at level 999, when the world task to slay the Demon Dragon Emperor was released, it required the participation of elite players from all over. Moreover, it was against the Demon Dragon Emperor who had long planned and went mad during the battle.

If he had challenged the Demon Dragon Emperor alone without the Saint Emperor’s Armor at that time, he probably would have been directly blown away, possibly with little chance to fight back.

Luckily, it only sought Ascension to Divinity then, wishing to climb the divine ladder for him, otherwise, that could have been Lynn’s first failed world task.

"Impossible..."

On the other side, seeing Illidan Demon Emperor don a ring and grasp a magic staff that completely mismatched his aura, the awe-inspiring sight made Rivers retreat in fear.

This aura had already grown so strong that it left him without the slightest will to resist, and his twitching eyelids continually reminded him that approaching would mean certain "death."

However, there was someone else there unafraid of dying. As Rivers retreated, Giyada, who had been pushed back earlier, roared and charged forward again.

"I’ll kill you!"

In his fury, Giyada seemed visibly stronger at a glance. If it were still the same situation as before, Rivers would immediately follow up with an attack. But now, compared to Illidan Demon Emperor’s strengthened state, Giyada’s changes were utterly negligible.

"Just the right chance to try my hand."

This time, seeing the annoying Giyada come at him again, Lynn wasn’t as bothered. With his soaring strength, he needed a foe to test his own might, and Giyada, near level 990 in his berserk state, was clearly suitable.

"Retreat! Quick, retreat!"

At this moment, Rivers had quietly exited the battlefield and seized the moment as Giyada charged, loudly ordering his subordinates to retreat.

"Grand Marshal! We’re so many demons, why should we fear him?"

The majority of Purgatory Demigods swiftly retreated upon hearing the Grand Marshal’s command, but there were exceptions still hovering in the air, refusing to leave.

"Second Prince, it’s already too late. Our plan to ambush and seize the largest portion of this realm has failed. Now, the only option is to unite with the Yellow Springs Demons and gather the strength of both races to try contending with this Demon Dragon Emperor Illidan."

Rivers looked at the few unmoving Purgatory Demigods, showing helplessness on his face.

This Second Prince was the legitimate son of the Late Emperor, with exceptional talent, becoming a powerful Purgatory Demigod at just twelve hundred years old. Moreover, his combat talent was outstanding, making him as formidable as seasoned demigods. If not for the Late Emperor’s passing, upon returning to this realm, he likely would have been crowned king.

"What kind of Demon Dragon Emperor is he? My father is the only Demon Dragon Emperor in the Demon Realm! It was just Morris who died, not that half the Demon King-level combat prowess was bloodily slaughtered by him. I can replace that!"

The Second Prince roared in extreme anger, refusing to acknowledge Illidan as another Demon Dragon Emperor, believing the throne should be his, not some foreign demon’s.

Although the position of Demon Emperor has always been held by the strongest, even the most assertive old Demon Emperor couldn’t directly pass the throne to his offspring. However, it’s not entirely impossible to make the throne hereditary, simply by ensuring the Late Emperor’s son becomes the contemporary strongest demon.

The Second Prince believed his talent was unparalleled in the Demon Realm. As soon as his father reached the end of his life, he would naturally become the strongest demon.

Yet, he hadn’t anticipated that before fully reaching his pinnacle, his father, who still had plenty of life left, died in another world, catching him off guard.

He was barely thirteen hundred years old, his talent fulfilled but not yet in his full peak period. Not to mention, in his mother’s clan alone, there were no fewer than ten demons above his level. Though he held numerous trump cards and outperformed many in actual combat, if faced with Rivers, he truly lacked confidence.

And compared to Rivers, whom he was quite wary of, Illidan on the opposing side was even more powerful, yet the Second Prince felt no sense of inferiority toward him.

Who knew where Illidan, a wild dragon from some unknown deep forest, sprang from, seizing the Demon Emperor’s throne in his absence from the Demon Realm, making him, the Second Prince, exceptionally awkward.

He was the Second Prince; if Illidan was the Demon Dragon Emperor, wouldn’t that make him Illidan’s son?

And if he abandoned the title of Second Prince, wouldn’t he become just another ordinary mixed-blood demon, unable to regard himself as part of the noble royal family?

He inherited the arrogant Demon Nature from the Demon Dragon Emperor, and his mother hailed from the Envy Demon Kingdom of the Purgatory Demons. Among the Demon Race, he only considered the Eldest Prince of the Yellow Springs Demons a rival, and even those like Rivers, whom he feared, he barely regarded seriously.

So now, looking at the mighty Illidan, he couldn’t help but feel an intense disdain, unable to suppress the urge to kill, a feeling far stronger than what he had for the Eldest Prince in their bouts.

"Second Prince, I urge you to see the situation clearly. Illidan Demon Emperor is terrifying beyond measure, far beyond what we demons can... Decide for yourself whether to retreat or stay, I won’t intervene!"