Fairy, listen to my explanation.

Chapter 701 Red Smoke
"Humph!"

Just as the three were nearing their limit and unable to withstand it, a cold snort rang out, and Wu Yuan and the other two were struck as if by lightning, spitting out a mouthful of blood, their auras instantly weakening to the extreme.

The oppressive atmosphere in the hall suddenly intensified, the air seemed to solidify, and their bones creaked under the pressure.

"A bunch of trash!"

The Sovereign's voice was icy cold, and a chilling killing intent filled the entire hall: "If you can't even buy time, what use are you to me?"

However, none of the three dared to raise their heads.

The Eight Holy Envoys, who enjoyed a fearsome reputation in the Dark Prison Realm, were as vulnerable as clay chickens and earthen dogs in front of the Human Emperor. They found this hard to accept.

However, the might of an Emperor is something that even a half-Saint realm expert like them cannot withstand.

Faced with their sovereign, they could only tremble and bow their heads, daring not to respond.

Before this being, any explanation is futile and may even anger him.

"Why aren't you calling Hongyan back yet? Purge the humans who have entered my territory. Are you planning to make a fool of yourself in front of the others?"

The ruler's voice carried a hint of impatience.

Upon hearing this, the three of them trembled.

Hongyan was the first Holy Envoy long before they became one of the Eight Holy Envoys.

Unlike these dispensable tools, that one is said to come from the deepest part of the Dark Prison Realm and possesses the bloodline of gods and demons!
Even the ruler looks at her differently!
However, that being had a strange temper and was unpredictable. The pressure she felt when facing her was no less than that of the ruler in front of her.

"I will go and invite the Red Envoy immediately."

Wu Yuan took a deep breath and spoke with difficulty, only to find his voice hoarse.

"get out!"

With a flick of his sleeve, the three men, as if granted a pardon, hurriedly kowtowed and withdrew.

Only after leaving the main hall did the three dare to straighten up. Looking at the churning blood mist in the distance, a hint of fear appeared in their eyes.

Being scolded by the ruler is better than losing your life.

The main hall fell silent once more.

The imposing figure returned to the first high platform, his dark eyes flashing with light. A moment later, his figure seemed to merge into the world and disappeared without a trace.

"I've heard that things haven't been very peaceful in the Demon Realm lately."

Not long after Wuyuan and the other two left the main hall, before they had recovered from the terrifying pressure, a seductive and alluring voice suddenly entered their ears.

The allure in that voice was different from the natural, ethereal allure of the Qingqiu fox clan.

This kind of allure carries an almost domineering charm; every syllable is like a hook that can grab one's soul, making one's blood boil uncontrollably.

The three of them froze and slowly turned around.

In sight, a graceful figure slowly approached, her bare feet stepping on the void, and with each step she took, a strange, blood-red flower bloomed between her feet.

Her long black gauze dress partially concealed her fair skin, which was faintly visible through the dark red mist.

The most breathtaking feature is the lifelike rose tattooed on her collarbone. The petals are so enchanting that just one glance is enough to captivate the soul, yet it also makes one want to look further down to see the full petal.

Wu Yuan unconsciously looked up and met the other person's eyes. The next moment, his body suddenly stiffened.

Those eyes seemed to surpass all illusions in the world, a chaotic and eerie red within them, with swirling vortexes deep within their pupils. Just one glance was enough to make this veteran half-saint realm expert dizzy.

"Red Envoy, the Sovereign has ordered us to come to you." Wu Yuan's throat tightened, and he quickly bowed his head in greeting, not daring to look directly into those eerie eyes.

A seductive smile curved her red lips into a captivating arc. She extended her slender fingers, gently lifting Wu Yuan's chin with her fingertips, forcing him to look into her eyes. Inadvertently, her alluring nails scratched the skin of his neck, leaving a faint bloodstain.

"What? Don't you call yourself the Second Holy Envoy? Why don't you even have the courage to look at me?"

Hongyan's voice was sweet as honey, yet it contained a deadly danger that sent chills down one's spine.

“Red Envoy is too kind. In your presence, we dare not call ourselves envoys.”

A bead of cold sweat appeared on Wu Yuan's forehead, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he spoke with difficulty.

As the second Holy Envoy, even half-saint realm experts from the Tianfu Continent were extremely wary of him.

However, whether facing that ruler or the woman before him, he felt like a chick being manipulated at will, utterly powerless.

"It seems that the three of you have become so useless that even the Overlord is too lazy to kill you."

Hongyan suddenly leaned closer, her alluring red lips almost touching his earlobe, her breath sweet as orchids: "You know what? What I hate most is useless men like you."

"puff!"

Before he finished speaking, the shallow bloodstain on Wu Yuan's neck suddenly split open, and his blood gushed out as if drawn by some unknown force.

"Uh!"

Wu Yuan groaned, but dared not resist, and could only watch helplessly as blood swirled around the eerie fingertip.

Hongyan squinted her eyes, took a light, enjoyable sniff, and then frowned slightly.

"It still smells awful. You haven't improved at all over the years."

Faced with such words, Wu Yuan felt no resentment, but rather a sense of shame, as if he were guilty for his own inadequacy.

"Lead the way, let me see what kind of person can scare him so much that he doesn't dare to show his face."

Hongyan turned and strode forward, her black gauze skirt billowing, revealing a section of her captivatingly beautiful leg. Wherever she passed, the unique blood mist of the Dark Prison Realm automatically parted, as if afraid to defile her in the slightest.

Wu Yuan clutched his neck, his face deathly pale. Red lines spread across the skin beneath his palm, moving like living creatures, each movement causing him excruciating pain.

However, he dared not delay and quickly followed.

The other two envoys were far less composed than Wu Yuan. They didn't even dare to look at that alluring figure, as if just one glance could bewitch them.

"Such fresh blood and vitality."

After an unknown amount of time, the beautiful figure in front suddenly stopped: "Interesting, since when have humans been allowed to set foot in this territory?"

Wu Yuan followed his gaze and saw several figures engaged in fierce battle on the distant horizon. The intense aftershocks of the storm tore open gaps in the surrounding blood mist.

"They are from the Holy Heaven Academy. They recently produced a new Emperor, which is why they dared to enter this domain."

Wu Yuan's expression darkened slightly, and he said in a low voice.

When the name "Emperor" was mentioned, there was an uncontrollable sense of apprehension in his voice.

"Shut up, you useless piece of trash."

Without turning her head, Hongyan interrupted, her slender fingers gently tracing the flower below her collarbone, revealing a breathtaking curve. She licked her red lips and said, "It's been a long time since I've tasted human blood."

(End of this chapter)