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At this time, the Demon Palace Plaza was already packed with people. It was obvious that most of the invited Royal s had arrived at this place and were moving closer to each other through their respective Power lines.
As for the few Royal s who remained neutral, their gazes would turn towards the palace from time to time, waiting for the arrival of Monarch, the organizer of the banquet.
However, today, they were completely at a loss. They were unable to guess what exactly Monarch was planning for tonight's banquet.
Just as the many imperial officials were waiting respectfully outside, several figures appeared at the entrance of the palace, immediately attracting the attention of all the Royal s in the plaza. Immediately, each and every gaze carried a little bit of reverence as they shot towards the black figure that was walking in front.
This black figure had ten wings on his back and gave off a mighty aura. It was undoubtedly the Monarch Lord, Mo Lianyun.
With the appearance of the Demon Emperor Mo Lianyun, the atmosphere immediately became stifling, causing the originally noisy square to become completely silent.
Behind Mo Lianyun followed four figures, three men and one woman. As they walked, they also exuded a valiant and valiant aura.
These four were the direct descendants of the current Royal Family: First Prince Mo Wuji, Second Prince Mo Yu, Fourth Prince Mo Chen, and Violet Princess.
Violet Princess had also put on her makeup tonight, a string of amethyst pearl earrings hanging from her small ears, and her long black hair was tied into a ponytail that reached down to her waist. Dressed in a dark purple soft nail, she revealed her tall and fiery figure perfectly, and her cold and beautiful face made all the Young Juniors present drool.
Long Bufan's gaze stopped at Violet Princess's body for a few moments before sweeping across the two figures beside Mo Yu.
The figure who stood behind the Monarch was a Young people who had eight wings on his back and wore a Battle Armor. His face was cold and grim, like an eagle's eyes long and narrow.
"This should be that First Prince Mo Wuji." Long Bufan guessed in his heart that, seeing Mo Wuji's powerful aura, the chances of Second Prince Mo Yu fighting him for the position of Monarch was very slim. No wonder he would try his best to win Long Bufan over.
Of course, with the First Prince Mo Wuji's strength of eight wings, this was not too much of a threat to the current Long Bufan. If he fought alone, even if he did not summon his Symbol Spirit Puppet, all of the trump cards Long Bufan had, he had absolute confidence in fighting against First Prince Mo Wuyu.
And what made him feel the most danger was none other than the Ten Winged Demon Emperor, Mo Lianyun. The latter's strength was equivalent to the mighty cultivation of the peak Human Martial Practitioners Great Honored Warrior, a person at the same level as the deacon of the temple pavilion's Elder Bai Weng. His trump card was definitely not small.
Therefore, if Long Bufan wanted to defeat him, even if he reached the level of the Ten Winged Dragon Bloodline Demon Emperor, he wouldn't have much of a chance of winning, unless he transformed into the final form of the Twelve Winged Dragon Bloodline Demon Emperor.