Chapter 666: Chapter 666: Meeting the Real Person, Dare You Not Kneel?!
It was past eight o’clock, the appointed time had arrived, yet the Demon Lord had not appeared on time.
Zuo Yan was not angry and remained composed, waiting for him with a great mood.
Because he believed he would appear.
As he hoped, Nie Jiuque came.
A dark shadow tore through the night sky, carrying endless murderous aura straight towards Zuo Yan at the edge of the cliff.
Zuo Yan, sensing the danger, instinctively raised his hand to block.
However, upon feeling the other’s presence and recognizing who it was, Zuo Yan had no intention of retracting his hand. A gleam flashed in his eyes, and he retaliated with full force against the opponent.
The newcomer easily parried the blow, landed steadily, habitually placing one hand behind his back.
The eyes under the mask shot straight at Zuo Yan as if asking for an explanation.
Zuo Yan was startled.
Wasn’t he injured? How could he still take a full-force blow from him?
"Such audacity, daring to lay a hand on me."
Nie Jiuque spoke coldly, with a powerful presence emanating from him, enough to look down upon the world, forcing submission.
"Oh, it’s the Lord, Zuo Yan is ashamed, I didn’t recognize you just now. I hope you won’t blame me, Lord."
Zuo Yan feigned a terrified look, but in his eyes, there was mockery.
His words sounded more like "I did it on purpose".
"Seeing me, you dare not kneel. Who gave you such courage?"
"Could it be that I’ve been away too long, and you’ve forgotten the rules?! Then I might as well personally teach you what the rules are."
Just as Nie Jiuque finished speaking, he raised his hand and struck Zuo Yan hard.
Zuo Yan didn’t dodge, nor did he dare to, he could only take it head-on.
But Nie Jiuque’s strength now clearly exceeded his expectations.
Zuo Yan was struck back two steps, almost falling off the cliff.
After stabilizing himself, he didn’t even wipe the blood at the corner of his mouth, hurried forward two steps, and then knelt down on one knee.
"Zuo Yan doesn’t dare."
Zuo Yan gritted his teeth, recording this humiliation.
The Demon Lord is the king of the Demon Realm, his status and title brook no disrespect nor encroachment, kneeling is not only necessary but an honor for them.
Even Zuo Yan’s father, if present, would have to kneel to Nie Jiuque, respectfully calling him Lord.
Yet for Zuo Yan, it was humiliating.
He was unwilling to kneel to anyone.
"Don’t dare? Is there anything you don’t dare to do?" Nie Jiuque sneered.
"Zuo Yan doesn’t understand the Lord’s meaning."
"Why, you dare to act, but not to admit it?" Nie Jiuque gritted his teeth.
If it weren’t for circumstances forbidding it now, he would have utterly destroyed his Primordial Spirit.
"If the Lord came to hold Zuo Yan accountable for not following orders and leading an attack on the Demon Realm, then Zuo Yan pleads not guilty. It was clearly the demons of the Demon Realm who first provoked and insulted us, and Zuo Yan was just returning the favor to protect the dignity of our Demon Realm."
Zuo Yan knew well which crime Nie Jiuque was referring to, but he wouldn’t admit that Wu Zhihan turned into a vengeful spirit because he secretly tampered, and Wu Zhihan’s power surge was also his doing.
"Zuo Yan, you have truly grown bold, disregarding everything, there are some pains, I think you have forgotten, let me help you remember..."
The man said, stepping towards Zuo Yan.
He raised his hand, a ball of red blood light appeared in his palm.
Zuo Yan raised his eyes, and when he saw what Nie Jiuque held in his hand, a look of terror appeared in his eyes.
"Lord..."
Before Zuo Yan’s plea could emerge, a heart-wrenching, tearing pain surged through his heart, instantly spreading throughout his body.
He was in so much pain that his face turned white, and he fell to the ground, curling up.
"Ah... Lord..."
Zuo Yan wanted to plead for mercy, but Nie Jiuque only watched coldly as he writhed in pain on the ground.