Ultimate: Black Dragon's adopted son, I am the true Demon King!

"I've been completely honest with you, and what did you do? You lied to me, brother. Tell me, isn't what you did a little bit unfair?"

Inside the brightly lit villa, Duan Yu, dressed casually, half-squatted in front of Chen Ming, patting Chen Ming's shoulder lightly with his hand. A warm smile radiated from his handsome, angular face.

Although Duan Yu's strength was not heavy, Chen Ming, who was covered in fat, still couldn't help but tremble. Sweat poured down his forehead like a sudden rain, and in the blink of an eye, his clothes were soaked.

"Brother...no, Father! Let me explain, Father! I can explain!"

Chen Ming tried to widen his eyes, but even though the sweat stung his eyes like needles, he didn't dare to wipe them away, for fear that Duan Yu wouldn't see the sincerity in his eyes and he would suffer the same fate as his subordinates.

"Young master, the goods have been obtained."

Just then, a young man wearing a skull-patterned headband and with an indifferent, almost lifeless face appeared before the two. In his left hand, he held a yellowed ancient book, and in his right hand, he clutched a dark, unremarkable stone.

"Explain, my good son, Dad's listening."

Duan Yu glanced at the black stone in the Corpse Lord's hand, then looked at Chen Ming with interest.

Feeling Duan Yu's gaze, Chen Ming, whose face was ashen, lost all remaining hope.

The supernatural world knows that the Martial Arts Tribunal has a penchant for collecting martial arts manuals. The fact that Duan Yu, the adopted son of the Black Dragon, and his subordinate martial corpses are here today must be for this "Ethereal Blade Technique".

He had previously thought he had hidden himself well, which was why he dared to play along. But now that he had been caught red-handed, any further explanation would be futile. Resigned to his fate, he simply closed his eyes, his trembling body silently testifying to his fear of death.

"You were calling him 'Father' just now to stay alive, how come you're suddenly so resigned to death? Aren't you going to struggle anymore?"

The sound of Duan Yu's teasing chuckle made Chen Ming's tightly closed eyes snap open.

"You're planning to spare my life?!"

"No, I'm just giving you a choice. Draw a slip of paper, and whatever you draw is what you get. Whether you live or die depends entirely on your own luck."

Seeing Duan Yu shake his head, Chen Ming initially thought the other party was just playing a trick on him, but after hearing Duan Yu's words, a glimmer of hope for survival appeared in his eyes.

After scanning around, all Duan Yu could see were corpses. Chen Ming's fat and bloated appearance was far from elegant, so there must be no paper or pen in his house. Finally, his gaze fell on the yellowed ancient book in the hands of the Corpse Venerable.

Without much thought, Duan Yu reached out and snatched the yellowed ancient book from the Corpse Venerable's hand. After flipping through it briefly, he casually tore off a few blank pages from the back.

Chen Ming, who witnessed Duan Yu's actions throughout, twitched at the corner of his eye. If his life hadn't been in Duan Yu's hands, he would have loudly rebuked Duan Yu for wasting such a precious resource.

It should be noted that in order to obtain this "Ethereal Blade Technique," he slaughtered the entire Liu family of eighteen people. In doing so, he also paid the price of more than thirty of his men's lives.

Therefore, he cherished this martial arts manual extremely. Apart from practicing, he kept it locked in his treasure vault all other time. Even when he flipped through it, he would wear gloves to avoid sweat staining the words. Unlike Duan Yu, who would just tear off a page with a wave of his hand.

Unfortunately, this martial arts manual was too profound, and he had not even grasped the basics after studying it for a year. Otherwise, even if the Martial Law Tribunal had come knocking on his door today, he might not have ended up like this with this martial arts manual.

However, Duan Yu's next action completely dispelled his inner grievances, replacing them with a chilling fear.

Duan Yu, seemingly oblivious to everyone else, broke off the fingers of the corpse on the ground and, while the blood was still wet, began writing on the pieces of paper he had cut out.

Overwhelmed by fear, Chen Ming dared not read what Duan Yu had written. He simply bowed his head and trembled like a quail, silently praying for protection, a man who had never believed in gods or Buddhas.

Choose.

A moment later, Duan Yu casually tossed several crumpled pieces of paper down, scattering them in front of Chen Ming.

Looking down at the rough crumpled paper on the ground, Chen Ming's face, which had just returned to dryness, was now showing signs of sweating profusely again.

He never imagined that he, a superpowered individual, would one day have his fate controlled by a few small pieces of paper.

Under the intense pressure of fear, Chen Ming, his mouth dry and parched, kept swallowing. He remained silent for a full five minutes, his arms trembling as he clenched a crumpled piece of paper in his hand, drenched in sweat.

"Open it and take a look."

Duan Yu's voice rang in Chen Ming's ears, his tone unchanged from before, but to Chen Ming, it was the whisper of death.

Chen Ming's throat bobbed, and after a moment, he gritted his teeth and began to unravel the crumpled paper in his hand, his fingers trembling.

What should have been a small, easily unfolded piece of paper took Chen Ming a full minute to unfurl.

On the crumpled paper, a scarlet "death" character filled Chen Ming's vision. The bloodstains seemed not to have dried completely, shimmering with a dazzling crimson light.

"No way! No way! This one doesn't count! I want to draw another one!"

Despair and fear overwhelmed Chen Ming's last psychological defenses. He roared and stared at the remaining crumpled paper on the ground.

Duan Yu did not stop Chen Ming's behavior at all; he simply squatted down opposite him and watched Chen Ming's madness with great interest.

One by one, the notes were torn open, and large, scarlet characters filled Chen Ming's vision.

"亡", "殁", "殪", "薨", "殂", "殒"...

With trembling hands, Chen Ming unfolded the last note. When the last word, "execute," appeared in his eyes, Chen Ming felt as if something had exploded in his head.

Heavy breathing came from Chen Ming's nostrils, his eyes bloodshot as he stared intently at Duan Yu opposite him, a pale yellow aura of supernatural power instantly covering his body.

0...5000...8000!

"You dare to mess with me! I'll get you..."

Before Chen Ming could finish speaking, Duan Yu across from him had already reached out and grabbed his head.

Before Chen Ming could react, a tremendous force came from above, and he uncontrollably fell to the ground, his broad face making intimate contact with the cold floor tiles.

With immense force, Chen Ming's nasal bone shattered instantly. The excruciating pain, as if a blade were being violently twisted inside his nostril, caused him to sneer and drool. But before he could even regain his senses, Duan Yu, who was gripping Chen Ming's hair, had already lifted his head off the ground.

Before Chen Ming, who had regained consciousness from the excruciating pain, could beg for mercy, Duan Yu pressed down hard and slammed his head to the ground again.

The muffled thuds echoed continuously throughout the empty villa.

Duan Yu's expression remained calm throughout, as if he were holding not a head, but a round basketball.

After smashing it more than ten times, Duan Yu finally pulled Chen Ming's bloodied and mangled head out of the dented floor tiles.

"Father...no, Grandpa...Grandpa, spare me..."

Chen Ming's voice was intermittent, as if he would die at any moment, but driven by a strong will to survive, he still begged for mercy.

"I really want to forgive you, but there's nothing I can do. You just have bad luck; you drew all the deadly lots."

Duan Yu sighed softly, his words tinged with regret.

"You...you're dishonest! There's...there's no birth certificate in here at all!"

Chen Ming coughed up a mouthful of blood, his wide-open eyes expressing his anger.

"That's not right. I only said I'd give you a choice, not that you had a chance to live, did I?"

Duan Yu opened his palm, his face showing a hint of innocence.

"you!!!"

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood, along with Chen Ming's last remaining life force, gushed from his mouth. His fat head slammed heavily to the ground, and his dark brown pupils, which had been fixed on Duan Yu, gradually widened. He had actually died of anger.

"He died already? How boring."

Duan Yu kicked Chen Ming's fat body, a look of boredom on his face.

Just as he turned around, intending to call the Martial Corpse Venerable, who stood to the side like a dead man, to leave, he vaguely heard a mechanical voice in his mind.

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