The doors opened.
Thick clouds slipped into the hall through the cracks in the palace. Dim fluorescent light also shone into the palace from the outside, casting the shadows of the people outside into the hall.
The twelve people in the hall all looked towards the door, including the woman.
Before long ….
Footsteps sounded out unhurriedly. Qing Hai was burning with the power of his godhead. The flames on his forehead were incomparably dazzling.
He walked to the center of the hall and knelt on one knee.
"Your Excellency Yale, your subordinate has come to report."
"You've done well. Bring them here and you may leave."
Qing Hai nodded solemnly, then walked out of the hall. After that, the doors opened a half-meter gap, and Ye Zichen and his party of four walked in.
"We're finally going to meet."
Ye Zichen walked through the hall with his chest puffed out and his back ramrod straight. He didn't even look around as he entered.
As soon as he entered, he sensed twelve auras locking onto him. They didn't seem aggressive at all. Rather, they seemed to be trying to figure out who he was.
However, what caught his attention was that among these auras, there seemed to be an aura that was particularly unstable.
Ye Zichen subconsciously looked in the direction of the aura and saw a graceful woman with a charming face. Furthermore, judging from the way she stood, if Ye Zichen's guess was right, her position was obviously the highest among the twelve people in the hall.
"Don't look around."
Pilar, who was slowly following Ye Zichen, narrowed his eyes. His reaction was completely different from Ye Zichen's.
"What is it?" asked Ye Zichen in confusion.
Pilar's lips twitched. When he looked at the people in the hall, his gaze was filled with undisguisable hatred.
After he entered the hall, there were at least 11 extremely aggressive auras that came in contact with him. He knew all of these people, and he would never forget them for the rest of his life.
"They're the Twelve Overgods under the God King of Destruction, Yale."
When Ye Zichen heard that, he froze. Didn't that mean these people were the enemies of Pilar's clan?
No wonder Ye Zichen sensed Pilar's unstable aura as soon as he entered. His entire body radiated an undisguisable, murderous aura.
However, he was more concerned about that woman!
Why did she reveal such emotional fluctuations when she saw him?
There was surprise, fear, and worry …
It was as if this woman had known Ye Zichen for a long time, and their relationship wasn't shallow at all. However, Ye Zichen couldn't find any memories of her at all.
He glanced at the woman again, and their eyes met.
The woman quickly lowered her head to avoid Ye Zichen's gaze.
Little did they know that this scene was completely witnessed by Yale. This woman was the target of his pursuit, so he naturally paid more attention to her than anyone else.
He clearly saw the change in the woman's expression when she saw Ye Zichen.
However, he didn't say anything. Instead, he retracted his gaze and looked at Ye Zichen.
The instant Yale's gaze landed on him, Ye Zichen sensed his gaze. Although the thick clouds prevented him from seeing Yale clearly, he still raised his head and stared back at him, refusing to back down.
They stared at each other in silence, causing the atmosphere in the hall to plummet.
As they stared at each other through the clouds, it was as if sparks were flying between them. The other God Lords didn't move. Yin Shang, Gou Yuzhan, and Pilar stood there silently, their hands clasped behind their backs.
The clouds in the hall suddenly parted, leaving a two-meter-wide path in the middle. Only then did Ye Zichen truly see Yale's face.
He was a very handsome young man!
From his face, it was easy to see how calm he was. When he laughed heartily, it was easy to win people's favor.
He sat in his chair, his back straight. His eyes radiated a somewhat intimidating aura, and his deep, profound gaze was the complete opposite of his appearance: mature and weathered.
This was the God King of Destruction, the most brutal and warlike of the Outsiders.
"Hahaha ….."
After a long while, Yale laughed heartily from his vantage point.
Yale's laughter dissipated the pressure from before. He rose to his feet, took a few steps, and landed in front of Ye Zichen. As if they were old friends, he reached out and patted Ye Zichen on the shoulder.
"Star Lord of the Epoch Era, your presence brings light to my humble abode."
Yale's voice was low, but very pleasing to the ear. It was as if he were bathing in a spring breeze, and the heavy pressure in the hall lessened considerably.
It was obvious that Yale was a shrewd man. He wasn't some brainless, battle-hungry fellow.
Although he was an enemy, you couldn't slap a smiling face, so Ye Zichen could only smile.
"I never would have guessed that the God King of Destruction from the Outside would know our language. Your presence brings light to my humble abode. Using that phrase on me is truly frightening."
"I've always been deeply interested in the language of the Star Lord's Era, so I've been researching it. However, in front of you, it's a bit like displaying one's slight skill in front of an expert. If Star Lord Ye discovers a few things I've used incorrectly, please don't hesitate to enlighten me. "
"No problem!"
Yale laughed once more, then glanced at Pilar.
When enemies met, their eyes blazed with hatred!
That was the perfect description for Pilar.
Yale had single-handedly destroyed the Demon Race. To Pilar, Yale held a grudge against him that stemmed from the destruction of his entire race. An emperor couldn't endure the destruction of a country. Pilar was a glorious Demon King, yet his entire race had been destroyed. No matter how shrewd he was, he couldn't restrain his anger.
"Your Excellency, Demon King, we meet again."
Even though Pilar's gaze was as murderous as ever, Yale's lips curved into a smile.
His expression was relaxed!
Or perhaps it was more accurate to say that Pilar had nothing to worry about. The Demon Race had been destroyed, and Pilar, the Demon King, had lost all of his demonic power.
In front of Yale, Pilar was nothing more than a dancing clown.
Ye Zichen couldn't be bothered to feel even the slightest bit irritated by Ye Zichen's words. On the contrary, he enjoyed this feeling.
In truth, Pilar didn't know ….
He'd only escaped into the Time Corridor at Yale's behest, all for the sake of this.
"Yale!" Pilar squeezed the word out through clenched teeth. Yale shook his head and sighed. "It seems Your Excellency, Demon King, is still brooding over the previous war. It's already been so long. Why can't Your Excellency, Demon King, set aside your hatred and live a peaceful life?"
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