Chapter 634: The Roar of Fury [Part 2]

Chapter 634: The Roar of Fury [Part 2]



The Golden Horned Dragon immediately sprang into action, transforming into soul smoke and carrying a spirit pill. With utmost care, he used soul mist to silently corrode a small hole in the tree bark, slipping the pill inside.

Carefully, he sealed the opening.

Inside, the master of the Only Righteous Sect sat in meditation, holding a supreme-grade spirit jade in one hand, his five hearts facing the sky, completely immersed in his cultivation.

In this place where he had no worries about being disturbed, he devoted all his efforts to absorbing the abundant spiritual energy of the mountain.

Visible wisps of white mist-like spiritual energy swiftly entered his nose.

Indeed, his cultivation was progressing rapidly.

His absorption of spiritual energy had reached a certain level, far beyond what Fang Che could achieve.

Now, Fang Che stood outside the tree hollow, ready for battle.

The Nether World was already in his grasp.

The mountain's energy, water's energy, heaven's energy, earth's energy, and star's energy had completely converged.

Holding a spear in one hand, he seemed to merge with the air, yet his entire body appeared to be the starry sky itself. This was the first time Fang Che had prepared himself so thoroughly.

While the enemy remained unaware, he was ready to fight to the death, prepared to unleash his full power and explode with all his might!

The enemy was immersed in their cultivation, oblivious to the outside world. If Fang Che were outside, he could directly charge in, taking advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness to utterly crush them.

But here, that wasn't possible.

Although the enemy was inside the tree hollow, the hollow itself was within a boulder that had been reinforced with divine power. Charging in would only result in the boulder absorbing Fang Che's attack.

Moreover, the enemy's cultivation was already higher than Fang Che's. If they had time to react, it would be Fang Che who suffered, as the enemy's sharp aura would turn against him.

So, he could only wait outside.

But the moment the enemy showed themselves, it would be their death!

Silently, the spirit smoke carrying the spirit pill entered the enemy's clothing.

The Golden Horned Dragon's soul smoke enveloped the pill, and with a forceful squeeze...

Puff...

The spirit pill shattered.

The Golden Horned Dragon silently retreated.

A thick, pungent odor suddenly filled the entire tree hollow, leaving no room for escape.

As the Golden Horned Dragon retreated, the cultivator inside abruptly opened his eyes, his brows furrowed, and he sniffed, incredulous: "What's this smell... Ugh..."

Suddenly, the cultivator broke down!

With a roar, he surged forward, his entire body contorting.

In that moment, he felt his internal organs had turned putrid!

The odor was so intense... it had reached the pinnacle of the mortal world!

He didn't understand what had happened, only wanting to escape quickly—an instinctive reaction.

With a boom, the cultivator burst out of the tree hollow: "Ugh..."

But before he could finish vomiting, he saw the universe's rivers, mountains, heavens, and starry sky crushing down upon him.

A beam of starlight seemed to flash directly from the night sky into his eyes.

In his heart!

Suddenly, his body trembled: there was an enemy attack!

Instinctively, a sword appeared in his hand with a puff, and his spiritual energy surged as he counterattacked!

But it was already too late.

Fang Che had already launched his attack, dominating with the Nine Techniques!

Puff...

The Nether World, unyielding and indestructible, pierced the cultivator's chest, spraying blood. Sharp spiritual energy exploded within his body!

The cultivator cried out in agony, his body convulsing, and the longsword burst forth with dazzling sword energy.

But the Nether World withdrew with a hiss, only to return with a starry river of power, pressing down again.

Clang, clang, clang...

Several crisp clashes rang out.

Shards of silver-bright iron flew, and the longsword turned to powder.

The Nether World, with its mighty force, pierced the cultivator's neck!

Puff!

The cultivator's body was sent flying, impaled on a tree.

The cultivator's throat was impaled on the Nether World, but his hands still clenched the tree bark tightly, his eyes struggling to open. He glared fiercely at Fang Che, his head lowered and eyelids raised.

His throat gurgled as he struggled to speak: "Night... Demon?"

The spatial ring on his finger suddenly shattered, the space twisting and vanishing.

Using his last soul power, he destroyed his own spatial ring. If he was going to die, then Fang Che wouldn't get his treasures!

Fang Che broke into a cold sweat.

Saint Realm!

This person was definitely a Saint!

His body was completely rotten, his internal organs destroyed, his throat pierced, and his life force utterly extinguished.

Yet, his divine soul power still stubbornly clung to his last breath, refusing to let go.

The Quintessence Bug appeared atop the cultivator's head, trembling.

Fang Che's own Quintessence Bug leaped out, pouncing on the other bug, and with a gulp, a wisp of black smoke was sucked away.

Another gulp, and more black smoke vanished.

The other Quintessence Bug had no resistance, trembling as Fang Che's bug sucked on it.

His soul hadn't dissipated, and the cultivator hadn't died yet.

If he had died, Fang Che's bug could have sucked him into powder with just one gulp.

Puff.

Fang Che withdrew the Nether World.

But with his internal organs rotten and throat pierced, the Saint's divine perception had been destroyed. Both hands still clutched the tree bark tightly, refusing to let go.

In his eyes, there was only resentment as he glared at Fang Che.

Blood continued to flow.

Finally, a string of bubbles emerged from his trachea, and he seemed to sigh, exhaling a breath as his body went limp.

He fell from the tree, soft and limp.

Like a pile of rotten flesh, he landed on the ground.

Fang Che's Quintessence Bug sucked in once more, and the Quintessence Bug of the deceased instantly turned into powder, with the last wisp of black smoke entering the mouth of Fang Che's Quintessence Bug.

The Quintessence Bug flew back to Fang Che's head, emitting a wave of joyous mental fluctuations.

Fang Che held the Nether World in his hand, feeling a chill throughout his body.

At the tiger's mouth, a deep gash slowly split open.

Blood gurgled out.

In his desperate counterattack, this person still almost severely injured Fang Che.

And Fang Che was using the Dominating Nine Techniques.

"Indeed, worthy of a Saint Realm!"

Fang Che sighed in his heart, now understanding the true meaning of what the Golden Horned Dragon had said, 'Stronger than you, much stronger.'

'Stronger than you' was just to save face for the master.

But adding 'much stronger' was a conscious acknowledgment that this was a life-and-death battle, and there could be no room for error, so he quickly added a truthful statement.

Undoubtedly, if it were a fair battle, Fang Che's current cultivation was absolutely not a match for this person!

There were only two outcomes: escape or be killed.

"Who is this person?"

Fang Che searched the corpse, but this person didn't have anything on them, making it even more difficult to prove their identity.

Perhaps there was something in the Spatial Ring, but the Spatial Ring was already destroyed.

"Truly ruthless!"

Fang Che exhaled softly, "Truly strong."

With a wave of his hand, the corpse fell back into the tree hole.

A flame ignited.

The fire raged.

Fang Che's body disappeared like green mist in the direction he came from.

+1 Qualification.

In the Gu Shen Shijie, Fang Che fought his way through eight thousand li, and everywhere he went, there were signs of battles, although they were carefully concealed.

Calculating the time, the actual fighting hadn't lasted for many days, but traces of battles were already everywhere.

In some strategically important places, like the canyon entrance or the boulders at turns, there were even traces of sword and blade winds, densely packed.

"Seventy-five of them."

Along the way, Fang Che obtained qualifications, consecutively slaying seventy-four people; although most were ambushes, the Nether World didn't appear again.

This gradually eased the shock he felt after encountering the first one.

It turned into extreme vigilance.

In the end, two small flying daggers attacked twice, each time delivering a fatal blow.

His cultivation also increased significantly, and his killing intent grew more intense. He couldn't help but lean against the dense branches of a large tree, his eyes frequently glancing towards the forest where the Purple Thunder Phoenix was located.

They were over there.

Not far now.

Fang Che's eyes flickered.

In his heart, he repeatedly prepared himself.

In the end, Captain Fang couldn't resist the temptation of more than thirty thousand heads, and slowly moved towards that direction.

This was a Saint-level Incubate to Divinity plan, and those who came out from here would have the qualifications to establish a sect. A sect was enough to challenge the Guardian.

Even a Guardian Hall might not be able to handle them.

Because in this batch, the majority were above the Sovereign Realm, including Venerable Realms, and there were also many Saint Realms. But a Guardian Hall might not be able to deal with them.

On a large continent like White Cloud Continent, the Palace Lord was only an Imperial Rank Eighth Tier! Forget about Saint or Venerable Realms, they didn't even reach the Sovereign Realm.

So... once this batch of people got out, they would have the qualifications to flip the table when facing the Guardian Hall! How could Fang Che allow such a situation to spread?

So his killing intent rose madly.

"The more I kill, the better. One more kill is one less enemy!"

The Golden Horned Dragon scouted ahead, and at this moment, it returned to report, "Three people in a triangular formation nearby, and two more people scouting in a straight line ahead."

Fang Che sighed.

His face was filled with worry.

It had to be said that the difficulty of this mission was tens of times higher than the previous one.

It wasn't just a matter of cultivation, but also experience, leadership charisma, and the accumulation of family background and official positions that influenced people's hearts...

The Golden Horned Dragon scouted for Fang Che, and in this situation, it could be said that Fang Che didn't have to worry about being ambushed! And he could ambush anyone.

In fact, it was indeed like this.

But the biggest problem was that... while Fang Che could ambush anyone, after a successful or unsuccessful ambush, he would face a siege eight out of ten times!

For example, in the current situation, there were five people in total, and they were clearly an alliance. Either they knew each other before entering, or one of them was very capable and recruited the other four after entering.

But regardless of the situation, Fang Che could only kill one person with each ambush.

So, after killing one, he would have to face the siege of the other four!

And such situations were already common in the Gu Shen Shijie, while Fang Che himself couldn't reach the late-stage suppression and overwhelming power of the previous Incubate to Divinity plan.

So, every time he killed an enemy, it was also a life-and-death test for Fang Che himself.

In this situation, Fang Che had already encountered such a scenario seven or eight times on his path of slaughter. Each time, he managed to escape only after sustaining injuries.

However, he had no intention of giving up.

"What about the cultivation levels of the five people?" Fang Che asked.

"The four have slightly weaker auras than you, but the one in the middle is much stronger than you, just a little weaker than the one in the tree hollow," the Golden Horned Dragon responded.

Currently, the primary topic of discussion between Fang Che and the Golden Horned Dragon was the people they killed, and they had specifically chosen ten individuals with noticeable cultivation and combat strength as a benchmark for comparison.

"The one in the middle is much stronger..." Fang Che thought to himself.

"Slightly weaker than the one in the tree hollow... which means I can escape from his grasp." Fang Che made up his mind.

Fang Che sealed two Cloud Spirit Pills within his mouth, capable of healing all injuries below the Saint Realm, and also took two medicinal pills to maintain his cultivation, sighing as he did so.

The Cloud Spirit Pills were indeed excellent, truly remarkable.

But the biggest issue was that... not only did he possess them, but many others in this place also carried them. If a sneak attack with a sword didn't kill the opponent, he would have to retreat immediately.

Because as soon as the opponent consumed a pill, they would recover instantly.

Because of this, Fang Che had cursed the ancestors of the Only Righteous Sect countless times.

Such a good thing, and they only gave it to me. How could my opponents also have it?

You are purely trying to make things difficult for me, Fang Che!

The Golden Horned Dragon pointed out the direction.

Fang Che silently approached.

In the dark forest, the five people advanced silently, like five ghosts. Although they had confirmed the safety of the surroundings, these five individuals remained vigilant without the slightest relaxation.

They were all seasoned veterans, and they knew one thing: it was often at the moment of perceived safety, when they let down their guard, that they would lose their lives!

So they held their breath as they hurried through the dense forest, treading on thick layers of dry grass and leaves without making a sound.

The person in the middle had eyes as calm as a vast lake, his gaze deep and his ears constantly attuned to the slightest sounds.

He was discerning the different sounds—the scurrying of ants, the chirping of insects, the rustling of centipedes, and the natural sounds of dry grass...

He could already differentiate all these sounds, but he continued to seek out the nuances within them.

This was the true essence of the martial world, the path to survival.

A rustling sound, like a snake slithering, caught his attention.

His eyes narrowed, and he suddenly shouted, "Be careful, it's a human disguise!"

His body instantly levitated, and his palms were covered in cold sweat.

Even as he was discerning these sounds, someone had already managed to disguise themselves so convincingly...

His sword struck like thunder, piercing towards the source of the sound.

A loud explosion followed, and dirt flew up as the sword energy directly lifted a snake into the air.

It was actually a real snake? That's impossible...

But at that moment, knife lights flashed in the dark forest, forming a river that enveloped one of their companions.

With a roar, he flew towards them.

Clang, clang, clang... Countless collisions echoed as he had already clashed hundreds of times while lifting the snake.

The companion was completely overwhelmed, on the verge of perishing.

And this was just the opponent's first move!

His sword energy howled, forming a rolling dragon pillar of light, and his body and sword became one as he charged forward.

The distance was not far, only a few dozen zhang away.

It would take just a blink of an eye to reach them, but at the moment his body and sword merged...

Amidst the opponent's knife lights, a sudden burst of sword lights appeared like twinkling stars.

Seven stars ascended!

A chilling killing intent filled the air!

The man's eyes narrowed with rage, and he roared, "Night Demon!"

The seven stars instantly descended.

A miserable scream followed.

A ghostly figure retreated, leaving behind a trail of green mist.

Two Quintessence Bugs appeared in the air, one of them devouring the other.

Fang Che had succeeded.

The leader's sword was already pursuing Fang Che.

Clang, clang, the sword lights clashed, and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed into the air. Immediately, the Night Demon's body transformed into a stream of light and vanished abruptly in the dense forest.

In a swift turn, he disappeared without a trace.

The Quintessence Bugs flapped their wings and flew, disregarding the knife lights and sword energy, and vanished in an instant.

Rustle, rustle...

The other three also rushed back quickly.

All four landed at the site of the previous battle and saw one of their companions lying peacefully on the ground.

His face and body were covered in knife marks, but they were not fatal.

The truly lethal blow was a red dot on his throat.

A blood pearl.

It was like a crystal gem, round and full, resting on his throat.

"Blood Spirit Seven Swords!"

The other three exclaimed simultaneously, "It's that killer, the Night Demon!"

The Saint Realm expert at the lead hadn't had a chance to speak yet when a whooshing sound suddenly echoed.

A flying dagger pierced through one person's back of the head and exited from the forehead.

As blood and brain matter sprayed out, the Quintessence Bugs helplessly appeared under the influence of the rule power.

Fang Che's Quintessence Bugs were already perched above, sucking on them.

The three were filled with grief and fury, and they turned around to charge out, just in time to see a black-robed figure standing like a ghost in the shadows. With a wave of his hand, the flying dagger, like a bird returning to its nest, disappeared into his grasp.

In the moment they turned to see this, the black-robed ghostly figure's eyes flashed, and his body flickered, retreating like a ghost and vanishing into the speckled light of the dense forest.

Rustling... Whoosh!

The leading Saint-level cultivator had already achieved unity with his sword, slashing through the dim forest and carving out a faint path of light.

Yet, the distant darkness remained impenetrable.

It was as if... in the midst of this silent darkness, a path to the underworld had appeared.

A furious roar echoed from afar: "Night Demon! You damn dog, show yourself!"

But there was no response.

The remaining two cultivators turned pale.

They exchanged glances, seeing the fear in each other's eyes.

After the first cultivator killed the fourth brother and feigned escape using the Blood Burning Technique, he had actually not left but remained hidden.

When the four of them gathered to examine the fourth brother's body, the attacker suddenly struck again, killing the third brother.

And at that moment... although their combined strength was at its peak, it was also the moment when they were most likely to let their guard down.

Focused on studying the fourth brother's body, their defenses, even if they had any, were not as tight, especially with the leader holding his sword right beside them.

But this slight negligence led to the third brother's demise!

The Five Quintessence Bugs in the air had already disappeared without a trace, but the two cultivators felt as if they had plunged into an abyss.

After entering the Gu Shen Shijie, they had been defeated and surrendered to the leader, gathering five people in total, and swearing brotherhood, sharing fortune and adversity together.

The oath still rang in their ears, but the five brothers had now become three.

The sword light flashed, and the two cultivators leaped apart, their blades shimmering in readiness for battle.

It was the leader descending from the sky.

His voice came first.

"The Night Demon is gone!"

The leader's voice carried unspoken anger. The two cultivators sighed and said, "Brother, you shouldn't..."

The 'leader' in front of them suddenly turned around, and both cultivators stared in disbelief: "You..."

The person who appeared before them had a bushy beard, and his eyes were filled with cruelty.

The Seven Stars Ascension had already begun!

Puff...

Their faces showed disbelief and despair, and their bodies slowly fell, a red mark on their throats.

The Five Quintessence Bugs appeared and devoured them.

Fang Che suddenly vanished like a whirlwind... because a powerful aura was rapidly approaching, and the leader had returned!

With a whoosh, the leader's figure dropped, and he sighed, "The Night Demon is gone... huh? Old Two! Old Five!"

A heart-wrenching cry pierced the sky: "Night Demon! You damn killer! In this life, I will never be at peace with you!"

The cry echoed through the sky like the wailing of a monkey in the Wu Gorge or the blood-curdling cry of a cuckoo.

After finally entering and subduing four followers, they were all killed one after another.

The Saint-level cultivator's frustration had reached its peak!

His anger was so intense that it seemed to consume him!

His voice reverberated through the forest, causing the entire forest to tremble, and countless birds took flight with a thunderous roar.

Chaos ensued.

At the forest's edge, figures darted out in all directions, panic-stricken like lost dogs or fish that had slipped through the net, desperately fleeing.

No one had time to worry about anyone else; the Night Demon had arrived!

Run!

It wasn't that they were cowards; before entering, they had all planned to kill the Night Demon. After entering and remaining calm for so many days, up until today, something had changed.

Every now and then, a region would hear a furious roar: "Night Demon! I won't let you off the hook!"

After a while, another region would echo with someone's shout: "Night Demon! Come out! Show yourself!"

Then, after some time... another roar.

Those who could roar like this were mostly Saint-level cultivators, their voices so loud they could be heard clearly within a thousand li.

So, these roars were now all too familiar.

Because... just today, there had been seven or eight such roars.

The Night Demon's slaughter had left people without fear, and those who roared in anger were unafraid of the Night Demon.

But everyone who heard these roars was terrified.

What had the Night Demon done?

How many had he killed?

Where was this damn killer? Why was he appearing in different places so unpredictably?

Everyone knew that a Saint-level cultivator's followers had been killed by the Night Demon, causing such anger.

But how many had been killed? And as they listened, the Night Demon kept killing, and others kept roaring. This frustration indicated that the Night Demon hadn't been injured...

Damn it... it's best to run.

It was said that a large group of people was gathering over there.

I don't want to be a sect leader anymore; I'll quickly find a leader and join forces.

So, whenever such a roar sounded in a region, the people there would rush out as if cursing their parents for not giving them longer legs, not daring to look back.

Oh no, the Night Demon is here...

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