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Chapter 1196

"What's the fuss about?"

The accountant exerted great force, grinding his feet against the man's body.

Ao Donglai felt suffocated in his chest, his limbs were empty and he had no strength at all, so he could only glare at him with hatred.

Suddenly, the hailstones falling from above were instantly swept away by a blood-red wind, transforming into a sky full of blood-red jade.

The big-headed monster who spat out hail and coughed up blood was initially ignored by everyone until the sky turned red.

"You're injured, how come it took you so long to notice?"

"The calamity spirit that was lurking around, its whereabouts concealed, asked with concern."

The big-headed monster coughed as he spoke, "What injury? It's just that I've been improving too much lately, and the blood is overflowing! It's just overflowing!"

As he explained, his cough intensified, then he suddenly stopped abruptly, his eyes bulging out and his large head caved in, as if it had been dented by an invisible fist.

The other demons were stunned and rushed to look at his wounds.

The demons present were the best of the 108 adopted sons of the Demon Queen. There were few in the world who could seriously injure them, and even a half-saint was not a serious threat to them.

The big-headed monster touched the wound on his head, his eyes blank. "When did I get hurt? I...I!"

As he recalled, brain matter gushed from the wound, boiling like thoroughly cooked porridge.

As thoughts collided and ideas raced, the big-headed monster's words became increasingly fragmented, incoherent, and chaotic.

"okay!"

A voice rang out, and it was none other than the eldest of the seven elder brothers... the Disaster Uncle.

After discussing the wound over tea, the Disaster Relief Uncle concluded, "It's an old wound; I was injured on the way here."

"The person who attacked him was extremely skilled, severely injuring him with the intent of his fist, even shattering his memory, so he can't remember anything!"

At this point, he asked the big-headed monster, "Which direction did you come from?"

The big-headed monster's eyes were unfocused and vacant. "I can't remember, it was probably... a state."

Suddenly, the giant snake-man shouted, "Bullshit, you clearly came from Li Huo Zhou."

The big-headed monster's speech was incoherent; he couldn't even remember where he had passed through on his way to the southern border, and he even fabricated many false memories. It was clear that he had been beaten to the point of being delirious.

Leave Fire State!
Ao Donglai's eyes were dazed, but the thoughts in his mind were read aloud by a voice wandering in the void without missing a single word.

"There are not many experts in Lihuo Prefecture. The governor, Zhou Nanwang, is a member of the Earth Sect. He has made an agreement with the Southern Frontier to plug leaks everywhere and isolate the rebels from the passage to the Central Plains. He is the adoptive father of Zhou Daqian, the currently popular semi-saint."

"Besides that, there isn't a single expert in Lihuo Prefecture who can threaten us!"

The adopted sons and elder brothers were worried because there was a hidden expert. It seemed this mission was going to be troublesome.

No wonder the Queen sent out several of them, showing unprecedented importance, and even had many of her younger brothers as assistants.

It turns out that this region of southern Xinjiang is not so simple; it harbors enormous variables.

The big-headed monster was still coughing up blood, and the gap in his head could not be closed no matter what he did. One of his brothers even cut flesh and bones from his body in an attempt to patch it up, but the brain matter broke through the patch several times and could not be closed up.

"Where's that brat who calls himself Eighth Brother? Find him quickly and have him take a few men with him to wipe out the Jie Prefecture of Li Huo!"

After much deliberation, the accountant gave the order.

The eldest brother, Zai Bo, had no objection to this. If they could eliminate the governor, that would be good. If not, it would be a pleasant surprise to lure out the hidden master who had severely injured the big-headed monster.

The Calamity Demon he mentioned is the powerful Calamity Demon who claims to be the strongest person after the eldest brother and calls himself the eighth brother. Although this Calamity Demon is looked down upon by his elder brothers, he is still able to stand firm even though he calls himself the eighth brother, which shows that he is indeed outstanding in strength.

His other elder brothers had no objections; sending him was the most suitable option.

However, after shouting for half a day, Lao Ba still did not appear.

A timid voice rang out, "Old Eight is probably dead."

What? Another one died.

The eighth son was no ordinary adopted son; his strength was second only to his seven elder brothers. There were even rumors that the position of one of the eight adopted sons was vacant.
The gap was prepared for him.

In a simple comparison, killing Lao Ba is on the same level of difficulty as severely injuring the Big-Headed Monster.

In other words, there is now another powerful threat to them.

"Trouble!"

The accountant was the wisest among the eldest brothers. He liked to use his brain, and he believed that the capable should do more work. He was the wise one among the adopted sons.

The more he thought about it, the more impressed he became. "Hou really had a brilliant plan. I thought it was a waste for her to send us all here."

"When we actually arrived, we found that there were countless experts among the human race, and even these people might not be enough."

"The attempt to deduce the Heavenly Pillar is destined to be fraught with difficulties and dangers!"

The eldest brothers around him looked solemn; they had also realized that something was wrong. As for the adopted sons on the periphery, their wisdom was limited, and they could only look at each other and ask each other if they had seen the eighth brother.

The evil spirits were searching for that timid voice from before, pressing it for answers as to why it was so sure that the Eighth Prince was dead.

Suddenly, one of the demons noticed powder falling from his body. He patted it off. He was a clean person who often liked to bathe in human blood, so while he wasn't spotless, he wasn't so filthy that he was covered in powder either.

But the more he patted, the more dust appeared, which made him so angry that he lost control of his strength and snapped his hand in the process.

The demon was both surprised and curious. Just as he was about to examine the marks on his severed hand, he raised his arm and saw it rapidly weather into black sand, pouring onto the ground like flowing water. In the blink of an eye, his entire body turned into a pile of gravel.

The surrounding calamities were stunned, and then followed in his footsteps. Whenever they moved or struggled, the rate of weathering accelerated, and all around were strangely shaped calamities that had disintegrated.

The commotion caused by these adopted sons on the periphery finally caught the attention of the eldest brothers. "A large-scale disease?"

"Bullshit, we are the plague, a strange disease. What could possibly infect us?"

That's true. Among the natural disasters manifested by the demon of calamity is a large-scale plague, which is extremely ferocious and has harmed countless people.

The Calamity Elder's eyes narrowed as he saw the residual power of the shattered bodies of the Calamity Demons flash by. He broke out in a cold sweat, exclaiming, "Look at yourself! This is the power of fist intent, creating something out of nothing and seizing a 'Calamity Demon bloodline'!"

"All 108 adopted sons were fatally wounded by him. The other adopted sons were weaker and died first. Then it was our turn!"

The elder brothers suddenly realized what was happening and used their own talents to defend themselves, only to find that they had been surrounded by a wisp of fist intent without even realizing it.

They were shocked and furious, and tried their best to shatter the fist's intent, only to find that it came from the same person.

"who?"

Suddenly, Uncle Zai thought of someone and blurted out, "Zhou Daqian, it's actually him?"

Zhou Daqian, who was thousands of miles away, should have fled the capital in a sorry state, but instead appeared in the southern border region so quickly, and single-handedly launched a purge against them.

The Fist Intent Implicates All, originally a method used by the Heavenly Sect to exterminate clans, was effective against fellow clansmen, but he was able to apply it to Calamity Demons.

(End of this chapter)