The Demon Emperor was Saint Emperor

Chapter 235 - 233: Yellow Springs Demon

"Young man, the Demon Realm is like this: victors are kings, losers are outcasts. The position of Demon Emperor belongs to the powerful. Now I am the Demon Emperor, and you are the outcast; this is reality."

Lynn held the magic staff horizontally, speaking to the Second Prince with the tone of an elder lecturing a younger. Although there was not even half a penny’s connection between them, at least they were Emperor and Prince. Before he died, Lynn was still willing to impart some demonic principles.

"Victors are kings... I, as Prince, do not deny this. I only regret being born a thousand years too late, otherwise facing you today would at least be a battle of equals!"

The Second Prince was evidently very confident in his talent. He not only believed he had the potential to become the strongest in the Demon Realm, but also was certain he would reach the level of a Near God in the future.

"Sadly, there’s no ’if’ in reality. As for you now... Oh no, talked too much and almost set up a flag to die from talking too much... Let’s stop chatting, I’ll send you off."

After all, this was on the battlefield. Lynn quickly realized he had spoken too much. His purpose wasn’t to clear away any throne contenders, but to eliminate as many Purgatory Demigods as possible, to ease the pressure of the forthcoming war.

Of course, if given the chance, it would naturally be better to annihilate them all.

"Want to kill me? As Prince, I’ll shatter your two teeth first!"

In a flash, the Demon Emperor and the Prince clashed in midair.

However, this battle didn’t escalate because one side was far stronger than the other.

As soon as the two demons clashed, the Second Prince was immediately at a heavy disadvantage. If it weren’t for his high-tier Demon Artifact, he might have been killed in one move.

But barely parrying one attack was useless, for Lynn’s attack was merely a standard attack.

"Is the gap still too wide? Then explode!"

Seeing that he could hardly withstand Illidan’s normal attack, the Second Prince dared not to hold any fleeting hope, immediately turning around to activate a massive explosive power-up, unleashing an astonishing magic power surge.

Once this explosive skill was activated, the Second Prince’s level instantly soared by 30 levels, no weaker than Morris after being amplified by Purgatory Demigods.

Yet the Second Prince knew that the strength like Morris’s would still be casually slain by Illidan, so he gritted his teeth and swallowed a blood-red pill.

In the next instant, his already massively increased aura surged again, approaching the previous strength of Rivers.

Although using the Blood Burning Skill and swallowing the Blood Burst Pill would overdraw his life force and potential, leaving him extremely weak after the battle, where even a 500-level Saint Tier expert could kill him, at this moment, if not burning everything, he’d die immediately, leaving no future to speak of.

"Finished performing? Aren’t you still lacking the last-minute breakthrough?"

Watching the Second Prince grow stronger and stronger, Lynn wasn’t in a hurry to act. He understood why novel villains seem hit by time pauses during the protagonist’s explosive power-up or breakthrough, just watching instead of interrupting. Watching a small ant flex its muscles was rather amusing.

But once the performance was over, if there was no action, that would be a bit impolite.

So, as the Second Prince’s aura reached its peak, Lynn swung down the magic staff, a meteor striking down the reinforced version of the Second Prince, smashing him onto the ground and creating a huge demon-shaped crater in the solid red earth.

Struck heavily, the Second Prince lay on his back in the crater, his muscles feeling like they were torn apart, without the strength to move a finger.

He naturally possessed Innate Divine Power, wielding the battlefield massive killing weapon, the Heavy Warhammer. Yet, facing Illidan’s seemingly effortless staff, he couldn’t withstand the impact.

This was with an ill-suited staff; if it had been a normal warrior’s weapon, he wouldn’t just have been heavily wounded, but would’ve lost a life directly.

"Hahaha, completely not a match! How unexpected, the Prince facing this day! Dying like an ant, so casually..."

Heavily injured, the Second Prince was incapable of getting up, only able to barely move his mouth. At this moment, he wasn’t cursing his opponent nor blaming the Demon God for not sheltering him. He only blamed himself for being too weak, like the countless Great World natives he had annihilated.

He lived a mere millennia, with only two hundred years truly spent battling outside, yet the intelligent lives perishing by his hands numbered in the billions.

Perhaps, this was what those weak ones called retribution. Those with excessive killings would eventually be killed, either by people or demons, with no good end.

Have to admit, those folks were weak, but they judged demons accurately. He barely finished a world extermination battle, heading to the next battlefield, now to be slain by demons.

"As Emperor, I know you possess treasures. Hand over any attacking or life-saving Demon Artifacts, and I’ll leave you a complete corpse."

Standing before the crater made by the Second Prince, Lynn extended his hand to him, not to help him up, but to rightly rob him of his treasure.

No matter what, he was the son of the Demon Dragon Emperor, likely richer than the Seven Great Demon Kings. If there’s no loot dropping from other bosses, there surely should be some reward for defeating the Second Prince, shouldn’t there?