The sickening sound of a cracking jawbone echoed violently. It shattered the silence of the night above the ruins of the Shangguan Manor. In the middle of the blood-soaked marble crater, the three-meter-tall red monster no longer looked like an absolute ruler. Shangguan Hong struggled in pure despair. His pitch-black eyes widened in absolute horror as he stared at the pale, white-haired young man standing on his shoulders. Xiao Chen's two hands, completely coated in the 9 Hells Black Fire, maintained a vice-like grip on the upper and lower jaws of the Blood Patriarch. "Take your arrogance to hell," Xiao Chen whispered. His voice was incredibly calm. It sounded almost like a gentle night breeze, yet it pierced directly into Shangguan Hong's eardrums. "And tell the denizens of hell that the Demonic Emperor is returning to reclaim his throne." CRAAAASH! Mortal laws did not apply in the face of pure powe

The corridors of the Zhao Imperial Palace were completely shrouded in a suffocating silence. Ever since the news of the Shangguan Family's total annihilation broke out, not a single servant or guard dared to walk with heavy footsteps. Behind the dark shadow of a marble pillar in the western wing, a plump figure wrapped entirely in pitch-black robes was sneaking around. Third Prince Zhao Ming pressed his body tightly against the wall. He was fully prepared to sneak out through a secret passage heading straight toward the Lin Family's brand new headquarters. However, right as Zhao Ming's hand touched the secret stone panel, a crystal-clear voice completely severed the silence of the night. "Where is Third Brother going this late at night?" Zhao Ming froze solid. He turned his head very slowly. He saw Princess Zhao Yue standing right at the end of the corridor. The innocent girl wore a silk robe. Her ar

The absolute gravitational pressure that had been aggressively crushing the spines of the Four Wailing Demons slowly faded away. The air in front of the Lin Manor gates, which previously felt like an ocean of blood-freezing mercury, finally returned to normal. Zou Ci, the Mad Ascetic, actively pulled his Tier 2 Sky Realm aura back. He did not halt his attack out of pity. He stopped purely out of deep curiosity. His old gray eyes were now entirely locked onto the figure of the white-haired young man standing arrogantly on the balcony. "A highly peculiar aura," Zou Ci muttered softly. His fingers rolled his dull wooden beads at a much slower rhythm. "A physical body heavily ruined by extreme exhaustion. A foundation only in the King Realm. Yet your gaze. absolutely refuses to bow down before the heavens. You are truly a lost dragon trapped inside the body of a dog, Steward Xiao." Down below, Lei Jingtian crawled up with gr

High above the rocky cliff separating two entirely different worlds, Xiao Chen looked down. His eyes, as dark as a bottomless abyss, narrowed sharply. They pierced directly through the swirling blizzards and raging fires violently clashing at the bottom of the Yin-Yang Valley. "An incredible destructive power," Xiao Chen thought coldly. He meticulously calculated the rhythm of the deadly battle below. "Their Tier 2 Sky Realm Qi density is incredibly pure. It vastly surpasses a defective monster like Shangguan Hong. However, their attacks are completely full of fatal openings due to blinding anger. They clearly love each other, but their egos are far too massive to ever yield. Typical mortal stupidity." Beside Xiao Chen, Lei Jingtian stood tall with the Mountain Cleaving Sword resting heavily on his shoulder. The giant man snorted softly. He aggressively held back the insane enthusiasm burning inside his chest as he watched two living legends

The pressure from Zhang An's straw shoe on Xiao Chen's chest felt exactly like the crushing weight of a millstone. The volcanic dirt beneath the young man's back cracked. Mortal blood dripped slowly from the corner of his lips. He intentionally allowed it to flow freely to heavily reinforce the script of his theatrical act. "Tell me exactly who you are," Zhang An snapped. The fire in his eyes blazed wildly. "Or do not blame me when your head is completely crushed." Under the highly lethal gaze of the two Tier 2 Sky Realm Warriors, Xiao Chen did not struggle. His black eyes, which were usually as cold as eternal ice, now dimmed completely. They were entirely filled with a profound despair that looked so incredibly genuine it could easily deceive the gods. "My name is... A'Chen," Xiao Chen's voice sounded hoarse and violently shaking. It sounded exactly as if every single syllable was painfully dragged from a severely inju