Chapter 325: Collecting Old Debts!

Chapter 325: Collecting Old Debts!

When the War Princess spoke, all eyes turned to the young man.

He was about thirty, in the prime of his life, with huge, curved horns on his head and dark red eyes. His body was as massive as a small mountain, and his vitality raged like a burning blood furnace.

"Fen Nu," the Supreme Devil Marshal said, "Go up, and accept Her Highness' order!"

"Yes!" The young man, called Fen Nu, stepped forward, walking to the very center of the Windmoon Court.

As he moved, his pitch-black magic armor clanked, adding an ominous air to the already solemn atmosphere. It was as if this wasn't a palace, but a battlefield under his command.

Clearly, he didn't see this as a mere spar, but as a war that would decide the future of the Endless Netherworld!

Even without speaking, his eyes, movements, and demeanor challenged the War Princess's authority.

"Fen Nu was a genius even ten years ago."

"He's nearly twice the age of the War Princess and has fought in dozens of brutal battles against the Rising Sun Inferno, forging a steely character. His prestige in the military is... quite high," some elders whispered, exchanging glances that held a hint of bemusement.

This was almost too childish!nove(l)bi(n.)com

"The Nine Hells Conquest Clash is chaotic. But thankfully, the Supreme Devil Marshal, with his clear head, stepped in to intervene. Otherwise, left to Her Highness' whims, disaster will surely strike."

"Talent is one thing, brains are another."

In the Windmoon Court, the devils murmured among themselves, but their conversation was hushed.

In this atmosphere of peculiar stares, the War Princess and Fen Nu stood in the court, their gazes clashing like fire and water!

On one side was a dazzling genius who awakened her Nine-Tiered Bloodline.

On the other stood a peak-condition military devil commander!

Even though Fen Nu's lineage still belonged to the Yin Devils, he was more akin to the Yang Devils. He was fierce and unyielding, quite different from the delicate governing style of the Endless Netherworld's imperial family.

The Supreme Devil Marshal and his followers controlled most of the military power in the Endless Netherworld and often clashed with the imperial family's ideals.

This conflict was not new!

The War Princess's crimson eyes coldly regarded Fen Nu. Past grievances and annoyances resurfaced, as her Mortal Dust Devil Blood coalesced into blood dragons, wrapping around her delicate frame, spreading a scent of blood and tyranny.

Across from her, Fen Nu's eyes burned fiercely, immovable as a mountain. As a man, his physical stature was nearly three times that of the War Princess, allowing him to look down upon her with an intense aura.

"Your Highness, I await your instruction," Fen Nu said with a bow, his eyes fiercely fixed on the female devil before him. His words were polite, but his gaze was anything but.

"Do you remember Feng Ling?" the War Princess suddenly asked, her eyes sharpening at the mention of the name.

"I don't know her. Who might that be, Your Highness?" Fen Nu replied.

"A maid you toyed with until her death. Your father he brushed off her death, merely because she was a maid." the War Princess recalled, her heart stirring with a tempest of blood and fire at the memory of that woman.

She'd been powerless back then, unable to awaken her Nine-Tiered Bloodline. With no status or authority, how could she protect her beloved maid?

Fen Nu, the Supreme Devil Marshal's son, was untouchable, and even the Netherworld Emperor wouldn't risk a confrontation over a mere maid.

This was the greatest regret of the War Princess' life..

"I remember now," Fen Nu said, a cruel smile creeping on his lips. "Indeed, she was just a maid. If Your Highness is in need, I can send some more delicate beauties your way."

"No need!" The War Princess twisted her head and clenched her fists, her eyes blazing with cold fury.

Not just him, but all the devils, who had just settled down, stood up again, their faces a picture of bafflement!

In a panic, Fen Nu swung his saber, unleashing a torrent of blood-red flames. His strike was like a falling galaxy, clashing with the blood earth dragon.

BOOM! The tyrannical blood dragon shattered Fen Nu's saber, blasting him skyward!

"AGHHH!" Fen Nu spat a mouthful of black blood, his magic armor shattered, his body twisted by the Mortal Dust Devil Blood, and his vitality burning away!

"She's only seventeen and just unsealed her powers. Even with the Nine-Tiered Bloodline, how could she be this powerful?!" Fen Nu's heart raced, his face turning deathly pale!

Then, as his heart pounded, the blood-red figure of the War Princess suddenly appeared before him, effortlessly grabbing his saber!

The saber whimpered in her grip, utterly subdued and controlled by her.

"I yield, Your Highness!" Fen Nu cried out in panic.

"Yield my foot, beast!" The War Princess thrust the saber violently, piercing it through Fen Nu's heart and out his back, blood gushing along its path.

"Ugh!" Fen Nu grasped the blade, powerless against her immense strength. He looked down at the saber, then at the War Princess, as blood poured from his mouth.

"You... would kill me?" Fen Nu uttered tremulously.

"You bet!" The War Princess yanked the saber out and grabbed his collar, glaring at him. "In the afterlife, remember to bow down and beg Feng Ling for forgiveness!"

"Just a maid, while my Fen Family has been a pillar of the Endless Netherworld for generations..." Fen Nu murmured these words, his gaze fading into darkness.

"Your so-called achievements be damned!" The War Princess seized his throat.

SIZZLE! Beneath her jade-like hand, Fen Nu's flesh and bones melted away like wax, his remains burning to ash that scattered over the Windmoon Court. His life force was absorbed by the War Princess, transformed into Mortal Dust Devil Blood, and devoured whole.

In just three breaths, Fen Nu's body dissipated between heaven and earth!

Above, only the crimson, imperious figure of the War Princess remained. Wrapped in blood-colored dragon coils, she landed back in the Windmoon Court. Her fiery red eyes swept over the crowd, meeting faces pale with shock and heavy breaths of disbelief.

Silence fell.

All eyes were on her, hearts quaking, minds storming.

Finally, her gaze settled on the Supreme Devil Marshal, the titan of the Endless Netherworld. His lips tightly shut, face tense, eyes swirling with blood.

"From this moment on, I call the shots in the Endless Netherworld. You stood against me today, and for that, your son's life is the price. If I catch you forming factions, acting arrogant, or splitting our people again, it will be your own life forfeit."

Her youth and inexperience were once hindrances, but her thunderous display and iron-fisted threats, backed by the Netherworld Emperor, now cemented her authority over the elders.

"Ah, that's my little chili pepper." The Netherworld Emperor chuckled lightly. "She's got quite the kick!"

"Ugh! Shut up, Dad! Way to ruin the mood!" The War Princess shot back with a glare.

"Uh..." The Netherworld Emperor awkwardly complied, "Yes, yes, yes."

The ruler of the Endless Netherworld, publicly scolded by his daughter, a sight seemingly embarrassing, yet why did he look so content? Simple, his daughter's talent exceeded his wildest dreams. This was a happy headache!

The Supreme Devil Marshal, arrogant in his achievements, couldn't be publicly subdued. But his unruly yet incredibly talented daughter, with her raw might, even put the Supreme Devil Marshal at a loss.

"Old man, did you hear me?" the War Princess demanded coldly. She was channeling Yun Xiao's experience from the Eternal Sword Prison, using overbearing methods to crush internal dissenters.

Under her icy gaze, the Supreme Devil Marshal inhaled deeply and bowed his head. "Your Highness, I am wholly devoted to the land and its people, never intending to divide them."

The War Princess spat disdainfully, then added, "You'd better be."