“Otherwise, why would you be so concerned with the matters of the Demon Race?”

“It’s not exactly a grudge, just that there are some things I want to ask face to face,” Xu Zimei said with a smile.

“You’ve always been so mysterious,” Wu Zhaodi said.

“Let’s make it clear beforehand, when we go to the Capital City, you must guarantee my safety.

Otherwise, with my current cultivation level, there are plenty there stronger than me.”

“Rest assured and go,” Xu Zimei said with a smile.

After traveling for quite a while, finally, on the morning of the third day, the group arrived at the so-called Heavenly Dragon City.

Also known colloquially as the Capital City.

“Now you two have no choice,” Ge Changyun stepped forward and said.

“Come into the city with me.”

Xu Zimei and Wu Zhaodi were taken down from their fiery horses and walked into Heavenly Dragon City.

The construction of Heavenly Dragon City was indeed peculiar.

Generally, very large cities are vast and expansive, developing towards the surroundings.

But Heavenly Dragon City, resembling the construction of a building, is famous for its height; its land area is not particularly large.

Xu Zimei looked up, the city towering into the clouds, like a spire piercing directly into the heavens.

Majestic and towering.

“Legend has it that Heavenly Dragon City is about eight million meters high, standing at the top of the citadel allows one to see the entire land of the Heavenly Dragon Empire,” Wu Zhaodi said from the side.

“This young lady isn’t wrong, Heavenly Dragon City is renowned for its height, unparalleled in the Catastrophe Demon Domain,” Ge Changyun said proudly.

“What’s the use of building so high,” Xu Zimei replied.

“If there’s a great war, wouldn’t it be easily destroyed?”

“Who dares destroy our Heavenly Dragon City?” Ge Changyun retorted.

The Heavenly Dragon Empire is considered a major power; not the top within the Catastrophe Demon Domain, but certainly strong.

“If I’m displeased, I might tear it down,” Xu Zimei said calmly.

Ge Changyun seemed to hear an enormous joke, and the group of blue-robed people beside him burst into laughter as well.

In their view, Xu Zimei’s words were undoubtedly a tall tale.

“You’re the biggest talker I’ve ever met,” Ge Changyun said.

“Ignorance is fearlessness, I don’t blame you.

You’d better find a way to get out of your current predicament.”

Ge Changyun waved a hand and commanded, “Enter the city.”

Under the watchful eyes of the two guards by the city gate, the group strode into the city.

Upon entering, Xu Zimei saw two dragon statues displayed in the central street.

One was a five-clawed purple dragon, and the other resembled a Black Dragon.

“Does your Heavenly Dragon Empire have any connection with the Dragon Clan?” Xu Zimei asked curiously.

Ge Changyun gave him a glance, initially unwilling to answer, but eventually said, “The founding Monarch had connections with the Dragon Clan.”

“No wonder you display two dragons,” Xu Zimei nodded.

Upon entering the city gate, they were immediately met by someone.

It was a general clad in armor.

He held his head high, his figure robust, walking with a dragon’s swagger and a tiger’s stride, exuding a grand aura.

The armor made a crisp sound with his movements.

Though he hadn’t arrived, the sound of the armor already announced his presence.

“General Fang,” Ge Changyun greeted with a smile.

“The journey was smooth,” General Fang responded heartily.

“With Lord Wei’s protection, who would dare to intrude?” Ge Changyun replied.

“That Vast State is becoming more outrageous.

There were rules that inheritance emerging in a land must belong to that nation.

Now they blatantly come to snatch,” General Fang said discontentedly.

“I say the Martial Emperor is too good-natured; otherwise, we’d have destroyed their Vast State long ago.”

Hearing this, though Ge Changyun inwardly thought “martial men,”

This General Fang only knew how to fight but not to strategize before major events, destined to be just a martial man.

“No rulers become kings without being ruthless; who isn’t decisive in slaughter?” Ge Changyun just smiled and said.

“General Fang need not worry, when it’s time for battle, your skills will surely be needed.”

“My bones have been itching for a long time, how about sparring with me?” General Fang probed.

“No, I can’t stand the hassle, if you want to spar, go find Lord Wei,” Ge Changyun quickly declined.

“I wouldn’t compete with that madman,” General Fang bluntly said.

“Let’s move, the King awaits you at the Hundred Dynasties Platform, I’ll lead the way.”

“Thank you, General Fang,” Ge Changyun said courteously.

Then, the group escorted Xu Zimei and Wu Zhaodi upward through Heavenly Dragon City.

The Hundred Dynasties Platform was on the seventieth floor, signifying the worship of a hundred nations, symbolizing the grand vision of founding a state.

The floor design was also interesting, spiraling downward continuously.

Though the seventieth floor was high, the group’s cultivation was strong; a light jump covered dozens of floors.

In less than a minute, they reached the sixty-ninth floor.

Then they ascended the staircase to the seventieth floor.

Xu Zimei looked up and saw in front of the citadel a Dragon Throne placed there.

A man clad in a Dragon Robe leaned casually, while below him, a group of ministers stood in succession.

Old Demon Wei stood beside the man.

A table was set in front, adorned with flowers and fruits.

“Your Majesty Martial Emperor, we have found the person of inheritance,” Ge Changyun stepped forward and said respectfully.

“Bring them up,” the man in the Dragon Robe nodded slightly.

Xu Zimei and Wu Zhaodi were brought up, and someone immediately scolded, “Audacious, see the Emperor and still not kneel?”

“The heavens and earth don’t deserve my kneeling; is your Emperor mightier than Heaven?” Xu Zimei said with a smile.

The person beside let out a cold snort, Spiritual Energy surging in hand, forming a long staff, and struck directly at Xu Zimei’s leg.

Xu Zimei frowned slightly; this person had quite a temper.

With a wave of his right hand, and before the long staff reached him, everyone heard a loud “smack,” the sound of a slap.

The person was directly sent flying, too fast to react.

Old Demon Wei beside him was intrigued, watching Xu Zimei with interest instead of stopping.

“Like a dog, dares to bark loudly in my presence?” Xu Zimei said indifferently.

He then stepped forward and sat on the table in front of the Martial Emperor.

Casually pulling from the side a bunch of grapes, he began eating.

“Long story short, I didn’t take the inheritance; that tomb was just a trap.”

Xu Zimei said calmly, “Even if I did have the inheritance, I wouldn’t give it to you.

Understand?”

“To have such guts before me, you’re commendable,” the Heavenly Dragon Martial Emperor wasn’t angry, only smiled slightly.

“But everything has a limit.”

“What? Want to fight?” Xu Zimei asked.

Around him, Demonic Qi surged, the pure Demonic Qi floated and rose, gradually soaring into the sky.