DLOBML CHAPTER 21

Chapter 21 — Infuriate the Demonic Master to Death (12) | The Supporting Male Gets His Butt Kicked (As Usual)

“High Priest, save me!”

With her last protective talisman shattered, Ziyue abandoned dignity and pleaded in terror.

She had enjoyed several nights of fleeting romance with the red-haired Demon King and, thanks to her charm, had risen swiftly within the Sky Demons. She had planned to sample the High Priest as well, but he had publicly snubbed her, which left her furious and eager to kick him while he was down. Faced with life and death, though, even her spite had to yield.

Just as the disciples below were rallying around Li Jiutian’s slaughter on the battlefield, the frost-cold High Priest lifted his head a fraction. A dark light flashed in those pupil-less eyes, and the next instant Li Jiutian dropped like a cut kite, smashing a crater into the ground.

The High Priest’s long hair streamed in the wind. A thin veil as clear as cicada wings outlined a hazy profile. Strangely, no one could ever remember his face clearly. Only those silver eyes lingered in the mind, cold and remote.

Despair gripped every throat.

The disciples’ expressions turned bleak. If even the foremost figure of the Xiaoyao Sect had fallen so easily, who could stand against these monsters?

From her vantage point, Xing Ge frowned. Something was wrong. Was the male lead this flimsy? In the plot she knew, once Li Jiutian fell into demonhood he was terrifying, forcing the Demon King to cut off his own arm and use the Sky Demons’ ultimate secret art to escape.

As for the High Priest of White Night, he barely appeared, more like a decorative vase to highlight the Sky Demons’ strength. How did he knock out the male lead the moment they met?

So this “vase” from the Sky Demons is kind of insane, huh? But then how is the story supposed to proceed?

Xing Ge was baffled. Was she supposed to chew a handful of top-grade God-Farmer Garlic to wake the male lead back onto the script? That stuff cost a fortune. She would take a huge loss.

Ziyue watched the High Priest topple Li Jiutian in utter silence. Her eyes glittered with unspoken excitement. She had thought the High Priest only excelled in prophecy, but he was clearly a supreme expert. She fluttered closer, ready to play the pitiful beauty, when sudden pain tore through her back. A silver sword jutted cleanly from her chest.

Behind her stood Ye Zhenzhen, face icy, gaze unwavering.

Lounging on a soft palanquin drawn by a blue luan, the red-haired Demon King propped his chin on his hand. His fiery hair spilled loose, decadent and gorgeous. Catching sight of his woman being cut down made rage surge in his chest. But as Ziyue collapsed, he got a proper look at the killer’s face. He stopped breathing.

The High Priest frowned, about to intervene, but the Demon King hurriedly sent him a secret voice transmission to halt him.

Bai Ye read hearts for a living. Of course, he knew the flirtatious Demon King had been struck by sudden tenderness. But even if this girl were kidnapped, she would end up a furnace for cultivation at best. He dismissed the thought and let his gaze slide to a distant ridge, where a lone figure lifted a wine cup, entirely out of place against the hellish battlefield.

He narrowed his eyes.

Who was that?

Why did he feel an inexplicable urge to kill that person?

Unlike Bai Ye’s deep calculations, the red-haired Demon King was having fun teasing Ye Zhenzhen. With his cultivation, he could have crushed her to paste in an instant, yet he deliberately traded hundreds of moves, now catching her hand, now sliding an arm about her waist, taking every advantage. Watching her pretty face flush a furious crimson, he was delighted. Heat flickered in his eyes.

Ye Zhenzhen understood that filthy mind all too well. She laughed coldly in her heart. She would sooner die than let him succeed.

Her single regret was that she had never confessed her feelings to that person. She remembered that night flying by sword, the clear moon and wind, her staggering into his arms, his indulgent smile as he said, “Silly girl, if you are scared then hold on to me.”

The corner of her lips lifted.

Luo Geng, take care.

A tear slid from the corner of her eye.

The Demon King was startled. His heart jolted, going deliciously numb.

At that moment, an incomparable aura erupted from Ye Zhenzhen’s body. It was the sign of self-detonation. The faces of those present changed.

Xing Ge’s brow twitched hard. What the— Ye Zhenzhen, why are you going off-script?

There was no time to think. In the blink of an eye she stepped across ten li, halted Ye Zhenzhen’s reversed blood flow with a tap, and fed her a Guarding-Essence Pill.

“You… you are…” Ye Zhenzhen’s eyes filled with tears. She could not believe the one who had said farewell was suddenly here before her. She hiccupped through her sobs. “Zhenzhen thought… thought she would never see you again…”

Two dagger-glances flew toward Xing Ge at once. One came from the severely wounded Li Jiutian below; the other from the red-haired Demon King who had just taken an interest in Ye Zhenzhen.

Xing Ge: “…”

Why did she feel like both “the jealous suitor” and “the legitimate wife” were glaring at her?

Both the male lead and the supporting male now saw Xing Ge as a thorn in the flesh. But—

She had only come to buy

a Chinese expression meaning that
someone was merely a bystander
with no intention of getting involved,
but was unintentionally
caught up in the situation. buy soy sauce

.

There was no way to explain it. Worse, Ye Zhenzhen clung to her like a child, sobbing and refusing to let go. Fine. Time to clean up the mess.

Truth be told, Xing Ge did not want to cross the Sky Demons, especially that High Priest. One look told you he was trouble. She wiped a hand down her face and drew Ye Zhenzhen into her arms. The girl had almost self-destructed; though Xing Ge had stopped it, the backlash was no small matter. If she did not rest carefully, her cultivation would be ruined. This was a strong-woman narrative, after all.

She was exhausted. Why did she have to do nanny duty too?

Since when did cannon fodder have to save the heroine and flatten the supporting male?

“Stay put and do not move,” she murmured to Ye Zhenzhen, then opened a small jade parasol and pressed the handle into her hand, sending her gently down to the ground.

No one blocked her. No one dared.

Even the arrogant Demon King wore a hint of wariness. The silver-haired High Priest looked calm, but the slight pinch between his brows betrayed unease. Streaks of black light flickered now and then in his silver pupils, yet Xing Ge still stood there, perfectly fine.

He could not calculate her fate.

Beads of cold sweat formed on the High Priest’s smooth forehead.

“Who are you?” the Demon King asked icily. His red hair flared, murderous aura soaring.

“Just a passerby,” Xing Ge said, perfunctory.

“Passerby?” He had never heard such a peculiar title.

The Demon King raised a brow. The elder who served as his adviser pondered hard and then declared with confidence, “Lu means the path of the great Dao. Ren means above all people. As for the character jia, humans often have rankings of

refers to the first four
of the Ten Heavenly Stems
in Chinese tradition, often
used to denote order or rank. jia-yi-bing-ding

, and jia comes first, representing the supreme number.” With that, the outer-realm Sky Demons, living weapons that they were, began staring at her with open fear.

“My king, this person is dangerous!”

Even the High Priest of White Night fixed her with the look reserved for the final boss who appears to block the path.

“…”

Should she give that explanation full marks? Xing Ge could only feel metaphorical black lines sliding down her face.

She only wanted to save the heroine, throw a few punches, fish in troubled waters, and then run. Did they really need to treat her like the end-of-level calamity?

“Well...” She had just opened her mouth to say she meant no harm when the red-haired Demon King, who believed in striking first, attacked without a word.

What the hell was with the

is a colloquial martial arts term
for a surprise attack
or grab to the groin area,
considered sneaky and
dishonorable, but effective. monkey stealing peaches

? Seriously? This shameless Demon King!

Xing Ge’s temper flared. She stopped holding back. A Nascent Soul aura rolled out to blot the sky, and she pressed the Demon King down, pounding him through several mountains. Thunder boomed. Debris flew everywhere.

The battle flipped into comedy so fast no one could blink.

“Let me show you the power of the Sky Demons!” the Demon King roared a moment earlier, full of glory and swagger.

“Stop! Stop! You cannot hit my butt! B*stard!” the next moment he howled, all pride gone. He abandoned his subordinates, covered his head, and scrambled for the Third Heaven.

Taking her time, Xing Ge strolled straight into their lair and turned it upside down, leaving not a hen or dog at peace.

The silver-haired High Priest rubbed his brow. He glanced at the dumbstruck Sky Demons and said, very mildly, “We are leaving.”

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