Invincible Snake Emperor

Chapter 670: Chapter 622: The Dragon Palace Exists

「Three days later, late at night!」

”Ding... Congratulations, Host, on completing the Demon Huo Luan mission. You have been rewarded with one use of the Unconditional Taming Skill and one Low-rank Divine Beast Bloodline.”

The sound of the mission’s completion echoed in Tu Xiao’an’s mind. He let out a heavy breath of Muddy Qi, feeling overjoyed.

’I have another use of that heaven-defying Unconditional Taming Skill. This time, I have to use this Unconditional Skill on something truly worthwhile.’

’Besides, the Divine Beast Bloodline is something I really need right now.’

For three whole days, he had finally managed to gather all the Demons that had escaped Wencheng and caused the Huo Luan.

He had originally thought that by revealing his identity as the King of the Snake Clan and leading everyone back to the Yaoling Mountain Range, everything would fall into place naturally.

But he had underestimated the deep-seated hatred many Demons held for humanity. Nearly a fifth of them were still frantically seeking revenge, some even determined to take the humans down with them.

In those few days, hundreds of thousands of Wencheng’s citizens had died, and the city’s population had plummeted.

Another portion of the populace had fled Wencheng in a panic, seeking refuge in other cities.

To them, Wencheng had become an Earthly Purgatory, a place where survival was impossible.

Fortunately, however, things had still gone relatively smoothly. Under Tu Xiao’an’s thunderous methods, the Demons either surrendered willingly, were captured and brought back, or were simply executed on the spot.

Now, all of Wencheng’s Demons were gathered together. A quick headcount revealed a jaw-dropping total.

Rank One Awakened Creatures (235), Rank Two Demons (678), and Rank Three Demon Spirits (98).

The total was over a thousand. Moreover, this was only the number of Demons remaining after the Huo Luan; it was possible that even more had died in the process.

Over thousands of years, Wencheng had imprisoned an immense number of Demons. They came from all the major races, and many possessed extremely High-Rank bloodlines.

Putting aside the others, there were nearly one hundred Rank Three Demon Spirits alone. Just imagine how terrifying this Huo Luan had been.

This disaster in Wencheng was in no way less devastating than a Fierce Beast siege; in fact, it was arguably even worse.

If those Rank Three Demon Spirits had decided to take revenge on humanity, the consequences would have been horrifying.

Fortunately, having reached Rank 3, the vast majority of them were afraid of death and wished to return to the sanctuary of the Yaoling Mountain Range.

But if Tu Xiao’an, the Snake King, hadn’t stepped in, the Demon Management Bureau alone could never have ended the Demon Huo Luan in just three short days.

Most critically, Tu Xiao’an had also dealt with the Great Demon King, the Six-eyed Golden Lion.

Otherwise, Wencheng could have been declared completely fallen.

At this moment, all the Demons were gathered in a massive plaza. They came in all sorts of strange and bizarre shapes and sizes; some stood over a hundred feet tall, while others were no bigger than house cats.

But one thing was certain: they were all Awakened Creatures, and the cream of the crop among Cultivated Creatures at that.

These Demons had all once been local scourges, acting with impunity as beings who feared neither heaven nor law. Naturally, they possessed immense confidence in their own strength.

If this group of Demons returned to the Yaoling Mountain Range, they would significantly boost its overall strength.

They would all return to their respective clans, back to their own kind.

Tu Xiao’an hovered in the air above the plaza on his Golden-winged Flying Horse. Instantly, a deafening sound rose up from the assembled Demons.

”All hail the Lord Snake King!”

”All hail the Lord Snake King!”

”All hail the Lord Snake King!”

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In the minds of these Demons, Tu Xiao’an the Snake King was a being on par with a Deep Mountain Demon King. Over the past three days, many of them had been personally captured and brought back by him.

If he encountered any that were particularly violent, Tu Xiao’an simply erased them from existence.

He was even happier when he came across a Rank 3, as it meant he could obtain its Lifebound Golden Core.

Tu Xiao’an accepted the worship of the masses of Demons with a clear conscience, a heroic pride swelling in his chest. The creatures below were not of the Snake Race, but Demons from every major race.

Subtly, it gave him the feeling of being treated as the king of the Ten Thousand Races.

Logically, these Demons had no reason to pay such great respects to him, a Snake. But for one, they believed the Snake King was the one who had freed them from the Demon Prison. For another, the Snake King was leading them back to the Yaoling Mountain Range. And third, it was a world where the strong were revered.

Whatever the reason, the Demons were all completely subservient.

Tu Xiao’an sat majestically atop the Golden-winged Flying Horse, his expression cool as he surveyed the crowd. Then, as if strolling through his own backyard, he had the horse slowly circle above the heads of the assembled Demons.

This was a privilege reserved for a select few. These Demons were typically lawless and arrogant; who among them would allow someone to fly so brazenly over their heads?

Yet Tu Xiao’an did just that, and not a single one dared to voice the slightest objection.

His reason for doing so was, in fact, to scout for some hidden gems.

He was looking for any creatures with particularly extraordinary bloodlines. If he found one, he would simply claim it for himself.

Back when he had secretly infiltrated the prison, he had taken a Blackbird and a tree, both of which were extraordinary creatures.

It could be said that every Demon in the Demon Prison was a top-tier existence.

According to Wu Tianyi, ordinary Awakened Creatures didn’t even qualify for imprisonment in Wencheng’s Demon Prison.

The ones locked up inside were all precious Spirit Monsters, creatures considered too valuable to kill, in the hopes that they might one day submit to humanity and enter its service.

Tu Xiao’an suddenly felt as if he were strolling down a shopping street, browsing for merchandise. A single pass was enough to dazzle him with the sheer variety.

Many of the Demons possessed excellent bloodlines, and mutated variants were a common sight.

Just then, Tu Xiao’an patted the rump of his Golden-winged Flying Horse, and it descended to land before a large canine creature.

”Ding... Mutated Fiery-Eyed Dog. High-Rank Creature. Level 25.”

This dog stood a full meter tall but was as thin as a skeleton. What drew Tu Xiao’an’s attention was not that it was a mutated species, but its pair of eyes.