"Very good!" Feeling the high morale of the Demon Clan's army, the Demon King nodded with satisfaction. He continued to boost the morale of the Demon Clan's army.
"This time, apart from taking revenge on the Human Clan and the Demon Clan, the most important thing for us to do is to find and seize the opportunity to open the legendary Tomb of the Gods in the future."
"The legendary Tomb of the Gods was predicted by our Demon Clan's ancestors a thousand years ago. It was said that a thousand years later, a magical place would open somewhere in the Central Province. That place would be filled with divine medicines and divine weapons."
"Whether the prediction is correct or not, we have to search for it. Otherwise, if the Human Clan and the Demon Clan get there first, we, the Demon Clan, will suffer a great loss."
"Therefore, taking revenge on the Human Clan and the Demon Clan is a small matter. Finding the location of the Tomb of the Gods is the important thing! Warriors of the Demon Clan, do you hear me? "
"Yes! Demon King! "The 800 Demon Clan experts roared in unison. Their voices were so loud that it shook the sky.
"Very good! Let's go! Kill humans and demons on sight! Follow me! "The Demon King gave the order majestically. He flew up into the sky and headed to the south of the Central Plains.
"Roar roar roar!"
The other 11 Saint Demon Realm experts and 800 Half Demon Realm experts roared and flew up into the sky to follow the Demon King.
In an instant, the sky was filled with demonic aura. The powerful aura of the hundreds of Demon Clan experts combined together. It was as if a Demon God had appeared in the world. It was extremely terrifying and insufferably arrogant.
No one knew that the Demon Clan had appeared in the world. By the time someone found out, it was already too late. That was because the Demon Clan experts had already started an endless massacre.
…
"Swish, swish, swish."
In the endless void, a spaceship was flying at high speed. The owner of this spaceship was Duanmu Dihua. Naturally, Xiao Chen and the yellow dog were also in the spaceship.
The spatial shuttle ship had already been flying in the endless void for an hour, and it was estimated that it had not even covered one-sixth of the distance. It would take at least six hours to reach the void closest to the Zhao Family.
Duanmu Dihua's control over the space shuttle ship was stronger than Xiao Chen's, so Xiao Chen was naturally at ease riding on Duanmu Dihua's space shuttle ship. In addition, Xiao Chen had successfully cultivated the Void Traversal Grand Divine Art, so his life was safer.
The void was an incomparably mystical space. There were big and small places, safe and dangerous places. Flying through the void could greatly reduce the time it took to travel to the real world. This was a way for warriors to utilize martial arts.
…
Six hours later, in the eastern region of the Central Plains, the Zhao Family.
Today was a joyous day for the Zhao Family. It coincided with the eightieth birthday of the Zhao Family's Patriarch, Zhao Guiqiu.
It was noon at this time, and the Zhao Family's entrance was as crowded as a marketplace. Dozens of Prefecture Lords and other important figures under the jurisdiction of the Zhao Family came to congratulate them with lavish gifts.
There were hundreds of banquet tables in the Zhao Family's main hall and courtyard. Except for thirty tables that were not occupied, the other tables were all full.
The Zhao Family's chief steward and several housekeepers led dozens of people to receive the guests at the entrance of the Zhao Family, mainly to receive the lavish gifts.
The Zhao Family's elders and young masters did not go to the door to receive the guests. As the upper echelons of the major families, they disdained to receive the Prefecture Lords and Family Patriarchs under the jurisdiction of the Zhao Family. This was because the upper echelons of the Zhao Family were the masters, and the other Prefecture Lords and Family Patriarchs were their subordinates.
This time, the number of guests who came to congratulate Zhao Guiqiu had reached more than three thousand. All of them were important figures in their respective Prefectures, but they were nothing compared to the upper echelons of the Zhao Family.
The Zhao Family, as the head of the twelve major families, had enough strength to look down on the heroes. Why would they care about ordinary Prefecture Lords and Family Patriarchs?
The reason why the Zhao Family held such a grand banquet was mainly to show off the Zhao Family's transcendent status and prestige as a hegemon. At the same time, they could make a fortune. Everyone who came to congratulate the Zhao Family had brought the best and most expensive gifts. Otherwise, the Zhao Family would not have accepted them.
Another hour passed, and almost all the guests had arrived. Except for the three tables at the very top of the hall, the other hundred or so tables were all filled with guests.
The guests in the main hall were the more than a hundred Prefecture Lords and their family members, such as the Prefecture Lords' wives, elders, young masters, and young mistresses. Outside the main hall were the Patriarchs and their family members of the clans with lower status than the Prefecture Lords.
Zhao Youfu, the steward of the Zhao Clan, stood on the high platform inside the hall. He coldly glanced at the 108 banquet tables in the hall. Seeing that everyone was present, he solemnly shouted, "Let's go.
"Everyone in the main hall, stand up and welcome the birthday boy, our Zhao Family's Patriarch, into the hall!"
"Hualala!"
All the guests in the main hall stood up and looked at the back door of the main hall in awe, waiting for the arrival of today's main character, Zhao Guiqiu.
"Da, da, da."
After a while, a benevolent-looking, white-haired, purple-robed old man slowly walked into the main hall, surrounded by a group of people. However, his aura gave people a cold feeling.
The purple-robed old man was the Zhao Family's Patriarch, Zhao Guiqiu. The people surrounding him were the five elders, four young masters, and three young mistresses of the Zhao Family. As for the other members of the Zhao Family and the women, there was no need for them to come out.
Inside the main hall, there were many fully-armed experts of the Zhao Family standing against the walls. Their cultivation had reached at least the Heavenly Dragon Realm. Obviously, these experts were here to maintain order and deter outsiders.
Zhao Guiqiu's name was very unpleasant to hear, but he looked benevolent-looking. However, no one knew if his heart was vicious or not.
The four young masters of the Zhao Family were here, and the eldest young master, Zhao Guiqiu, was outside. The rest of the people had ordinary looks and temperament.
Although the three young mistresses were very beautiful, they were not peerless beauties. None of the three was Su Qingyi. She could not be considered peerless beauties. She could not be ranked among the top ten beauties of the Central Plains.
In other words, the woman named Zhao Min did not appear in the main hall. No one knew if she had not appeared for the time being or if the Zhao Family had hidden her.
When Zhao Guiqiu walked up to the high platform and faced the crowd, everyone respectfully said, "This subordinate wishes Sir's happiness as vast as the East Sea and longevity as long as the heavens!"
"En."
Zhao Guiqiu revealed a satisfied smile. He casually glanced around and said indifferently, "Everyone has come from afar. It must have been hard on you all. Sit down."
"Ah? This subordinate has not worked hard. It is my honor to come to celebrate Sir Zhao's birthday. It is my good fortune to find Sir Zhao. "Everyone pretended to be flattered and took their seats. However, they did not dare to touch their bowls and chopsticks.
Zhao Guiqiu sat comfortably in the main chair, accompanied by the five elders on either side of him.
The four young masters and three young mistresses sat around a table. The third table was empty for the Zhao Family's spirits. This was a custom to show remembrance and respect for the ancestors.
Among the five elders, two of them were old men in their seventies. They were elders of the same generation as Zhao Guiqiu. The other three were middle-aged men in their fifties. They were all Zhao Guiqiu's sons.
The four young masters and three young mistresses were naturally Zhao Guiqiu's grandchildren. Otherwise, they would not be qualified to sit on the high platform.
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