After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

Mo Yunhai's face was deathly pale, like a sheet of paper that had been dried out.

Blood gushed from the severed arm wound, and red liquid dripped down the hem of his clothes, but he forgot to stop the bleeding.

Those cloudy old eyes stared straight at Zhou Ran, as if looking at a monster that had just crawled out of the abyss.

Fear.

The chill traveled up his tailbone straight to the top of his head, choking him and making it hard for him to breathe.

"The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons..."

Mo Yunhai's voice was sharp and hoarse, revealing a desperate madness.

"go!

They ate him so badly there wasn't a crumb left!

puff!

He bit his tongue, and a mouthful of his heart's blood sprayed onto the suspended scroll.

The once withered ancient scrolls swelled in the wind, the eerie wind howled, and the gates of hell were wide open.

The black mist surged and billowed wildly.

Countless hideous ghost faces squeezed out of the drawing paper, tearing at each other and turning into a black, turbid stream of corpses and souls, carrying a nauseating stench, which swept over Zhou Ran.

Zhou Ran stood still.

The long sword, named Zanpakuto, hung limply at his side, unmoved.

His face was expressionless, and his eyes held a cold indifference towards the common people.

"Qingxue".

Zhou Ran spoke, her voice soft, yet it drowned out the wailing of ghosts filling the air.

"Close your eyes."

Lin Qingxue lowered her eyes as instructed.

next moment.

Zhou Ran set off.

No hand seals or mantras are required.

He took only one step forward.

Click!

The concrete ruins beneath their feet could not withstand the immense pressure and immediately crumbled, creating a deep pit five meters in diameter.

Within his dantian, the forcibly constructed black altar spun wildly, emitting a muffled roar.

That was the origin of the Demon Emperor Ye Futian.

I am the only one who matters.

"A wandering ghost, how dare you act so presumptuously before the Demon Ancestor?"

Zhou Ran raised his right arm, his five fingers forming a claw, and clenched his fist in the air towards the surging thousands of fierce ghosts.

"Demon Devourer".

He uttered two words.

The wind and cloud are discolored.

Behind Zhou Ran, a phantom demonic figure ten feet tall rose from the ground.

The demon's face was blurred, with only two points of scarlet blood light burning in its eye sockets.

The demonic shadow opened its massive maw.

call--!

A terrifying suction force exploded in the void.

The torrent of ghosts, which had been so fierce and ready to tear Zhou Ran apart, let out a terrified scream.

They frantically clawed at the air, trying to retreat back into the painting.

It's too late.

The shadowy whale sucks in water.

Thousands of vengeful ghosts didn't even have time to struggle before they were all swallowed up by that pitch-black maw!

creak.

A crisp sound of chewing souls echoed from the void.

"belch."

Zhou Ran's Adam's apple bobbed, and he let out a burp.

The pale face flushed with an eerie red from the nourishment of this immense soul power.

The air was stagnant.

Mo Yunhai's jaw was dislocated, and his mouth was wide open.

The Wuji Sect has accumulated a hundred years' worth of malevolent spirits!

A powerful weapon that even those in the late Foundation Establishment stage must avoid!

That's it...

That's all?

Is this a cultivator or a reincarnated starving ghost?!

"That's all you can do?"

Zhou Ran turned his neck, and his joints made a popping sound like popping beans.

Its form was blurred, leaving a trail of afterimages.

When he reappeared, he was already suspended in mid-air, facing the still violently trembling picture of a hundred demons parading at night.

"The drawing paper is nice."

Zhou Ran gripped both ends of the scroll with his hands, his eyes blazing with purple light.

"Unfortunately, the person who used the painting was a useless person."

"You think you're worthy of playing with ghosts?"

"Open it for me!!"

collapse!

Zhou Ran's arms were bulging with muscles, and the veins on his skin were throbbing like a raging dragon.

The power of foundation building is fully unleashed!

Sizzle—!

The sound of tearing silk echoed throughout the venue.

This low-grade spiritual artifact, which could cause a bloodbath in the cultivation world, was torn in two like a piece of waste paper in Zhou Ran's hands!

The precious light shattered.

The spirit of the artifact faded away with its mournful cries.

"puff--!"

With the magical artifact that connected his mind and body destroyed, Mo Yunhai was struck dumb, coughing up a mouthful of black blood and collapsing to the ground.

It’s over.

It's completely over.

Looking at the man in the air holding the tattered scroll, who seemed like a demon god descending to earth, Mo Yunhai's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

run!

Mo Yunhai used both hands and feet to frantically move backward among the ruins and rubble, attempting to activate the Blood Escape Technique.

My teeth were about to bite my tongue.

A large, cold hand gripped the top of his head.

It felt cold to the touch, like a corpse.

"Where do you want to run?"

Zhou Ran's voice rang in my ears, devoid of warmth.

"No...don't kill me!"

Mo Yunhai trembled all over, tears streaming down his face.

"I am an elder of the Wuji Sect!"

"Kill me, and the sect leader and the Song family patriarch will surely skin you alive..."

"Let me go!"

I swear... uh!

Zhou Ran tightened his fingers, his fingertips piercing the scalp and digging into the bone.

You've got one thing wrong.

Zhou Ran looked down at the old face that was contorted with terror.

"Even if I don't kill you, they will come after me."

"Since we're all going to die anyway..."

"Then lend me your cultivation level."

借？

Mo Yunhai's eyes were brimming with tears.

There was no time to react.

The powerful suction force rushed straight down from the top of the head!

The Yin-Yang Secret!

Soul search!

Soul Refining!

"Aaaaaaahh ...

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the ruins.

This pain felt as if someone were using a blunt knife to slowly slice his soul from his body.

Painful!

It was visible to the naked eye that Mo Yunhai's once full body shrank at an alarming rate.

Spiritual power, essence, blood, and even the soul were all transformed into nourishment and devoured by Zhou Ran.

Ten breaths.

In just ten breaths.

The screams stopped.

Zhou Ran let go.

pat.

A dried-out corpse, as dry as tree bark, fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

call--

Zhou Ran exhaled a breath of turbid air, which was purplish-black in color and corroded the cement, leaving a pit on the ground.

The purple flames in his eyes grew ever stronger, and his aura rose steadily.

The essence of the evil cultivation in the early stage of Foundation Establishment stabilized the pseudo-Dao platform that was on the verge of collapse.

He even experienced a long-lost sense of pleasure.

That's the smell of power.

at this time.

The gray fog that had enveloped the new district lost its source and slowly dissipated.

A ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on Zhou Ran.

He stood in the light.

The shadow was extremely long and dark.

Zhou Ran closed his eyes, forcibly suppressing the restless demonic intent within his body.

He opened his eyes again.

The savagery and purple flames in his eyes completely subsided, and he returned to being the lazy young man he once was.

He turned around, stepped over the corpses scattered on the ground, and walked towards Lin Qingxue.

Lin Qingxue kept her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling, her hands gripping the hem of her clothes tightly.

She heard screams.

I also felt that suffocating evil from just now.

That Zhou Ran was a complete stranger.

Until a pair of warm, large hands covered the back of her hands.

"It's alright now."

"Open your eyes, it's dawn."

Lin Qingxue suddenly opened her eyes.

Looking at that familiar face in front of me, and that reassuring expression.

All the fear, despair, and guilt burst forth at this moment.

"Zhou Ran..."

She cried out, her voice trembling with sobs, and without caring about the bloodstains on Zhou Ran's body, she threw herself into his arms.

They held on tightly.

The man will disappear if you let go.

"I thought... I'd never see you again..."

Zhou Ran's body stiffened slightly.

immediately.

He raised his hand and gently patted the back of the woman in his arms, his gaze passing over her shoulder and looking towards the direction of the capital.

"fool."

Zhou Ran whispered, his eyes filled with a chilling murderous intent.

"As long as I don't die."

"Even if gods came, they couldn't take you away from heaven and earth."

"I said it."