I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 157: Sorry! I’ve Done My Best!

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: Sorry! I’ve Done My Best!

The shroud was about to be placed in Liang Hui’s palm when,

Song Xi’s eyes forward, her expression serene, carried a gentle warmth.

She carefully stared at the youth’s face, as if she wanted to imprint it in her mind.

"Qin Dao? Asking for the Dao?"

She sighed softly, yet with deep exhaustion.

Her fingers loosened, the shroud slipped from her fingertips and fell to the ground.

At the same time, divine light burst forth from her body, repelling the hand at her neck.

The scar-laden hand instantly clenched into a fist, and tiny black Wind Blades appeared at the edge of the fist.

With a boom, she struck forward.

Liang Hui watched the approaching fist, his eyes filled with cold severity as he met the attack with his own fist.

All kinds of beastly roars followed in succession.

Eventually merging into one.

The fist was peerless, carrying a will of certain victory, pushing forward.

Just as it was about to make contact with the pitch-black Wind Blades,

Song Xi’s face revealed a beautiful smile, desolate and resigned.

The black Wind Blades on her fist vanished in an instant, and her frail body surged forward, meeting the peerless fist head-on.

Liang Hui’s eyes were filled with bewilderment; his enemy was seeking death.

The fist, propelled by inertia, continued its path.

Crack! Bang!

An arm pierced through her chest.

Song Xi leaned weakly against the youth’s body, her complexion pale, her lips stained with blood.

"Like a puppet being manipulated, it finally ends here."

"Your Majesty, I have given all I have!"

Her intermittent murmur echoed by his ear.

At the same time, a blinding brilliance sprang from between the woman’s eyebrows.

This light was too astonishing, carrying a singularity through the ages.

And within that luminance, one could vaguely see an old woman sitting cross-legged, looking at the youth.

In the moment the light appeared, it covered the short distance and pressed against Liang Hui’s forehead.

At the same time, the shroud that had fallen to the ground radiated boundless divine light, striking towards the youth.

Clang!

The deep and ancient bell toll rang out.

The light that was against the forehead instantly halted, then started to shatter and recede.

Radiating endless divine light, the shroud, as if it were to conquer the world, appeared cracked and fractured.

"Old hag, I will slaughter you."

The cold words contained overwhelming killing intent.

The bloodstained arm slowly retracted from Song Xi’s chest, hands carefully cradling the broken body.

A copper bell hung over his head, the bell immortal, carrying an imposingness that could flatten lives and shatter realms.

The youth’s face was ice-cold; this was the first time he had ever harbored such immense killing intent towards someone, wanting to turn everything related to her into dust.

The old woman looked at Liang Hui with regret, as the shroud enveloped her lingering thoughts, as if a real person were sitting in the air.

In her heart, she sighed lightly—so close, just by a bit.

This secret realm could obstruct the will of heaven; it couldn’t convey danger, a once in a millennium opportunity.

"What a pity!"

Had the shroud been passed into the youth’s hands, she was absolutely certain she could have controlled this Divine Emperor in an instant.

Halting even his thoughts.

Clang!

Once more, the bell tolled, its nobility hiding a bone-chilling murder intent.

An immortal radiance, like ripples, spread out, instantly pressing ahead of the old woman’s lingering spirit.

Slash!

Without any chance for struggle, both the shroud and the lingering spirit were reduced to shatters.

Liang Hui hung his head, his eyes complex as he gazed at the woman, his Inner Strength continually flowing into her body, while healing pills kept disintegrating into her form.

But it was only delaying the speed at which her life was slipping away.

He knew all too well the consequences of the punch he himself had delivered.

He opened his mouth, but he didn’t know how to start speaking.

"Your Majesty, there is no need for guilt. This is the result of my own doing. I never expected that the cloak wrapping the True Martial Hall Master’s remains would be tainted with the Old Demoness’s blood."

"It nearly caused irreversible consequences."

Song Xi spoke out, her voice unusually gentle, lying in the arms of the young man, feeling his strong heartbeat.

Struggling to lift her head, she looked at Liang Hui’s extremely complex expression.

"I often think about what kind of person Your Majesty will become this time. In this vast world, everyone harbors ghosts in their hearts, fleeing alone."

"Fortunately, not everything is too bad. You’ve come through, though more violent and cold-hearted."

"Your Majesty, congratulations on growing to such an extent, but it’s a pity I won’t be able to see where you go from here."

"Also, Your Majesty’s fist, very good! Very good!! You can sweep across this world."

Her arm gradually fell, and her life breath was about to dissipate.

As time passed, Liang Hui held the woman’s lifeless body, quietly listening to her murmurs.

"You must be very tired these past two years. Go to sleep, and when you wake up, everything will return to normal."

Liang Hui whispered softly.

There was no doubt that he had complex feelings towards the woman before him, unfamiliar with the emotions, and yet he had suddenly gone to such lengths.

Only after feeling the complete dispersal of Song Xi’s life force did he contain the complex emotions in his heart.

He placed the body in the Jade Coffin and then stored it in his storage space.

Looking up, he faced the middle-aged woman standing not far away, his palm extending forward, with the Flowing Light Bell floating above it.

"Since Song Xi has passed, you might as well go down and accompany her."

Clang!

The bell rang once again.

In an instant, the middle-aged woman, along with the cloaked ones in the distance, were all reduced to dust.

Only then did Liang Hui slowly retract the bell.

Standing quietly in place, he looked out over the devastated land.

By his side, Su Yao was only just reacting to the events that had unfolded exceedingly fast.

From the appearance of the Red Lotus Sect’s Old Demoness to the surrounding living beings being cleansed by the young man, not even minutes had passed.

Steps light and graceful, she moved to the young man’s side, yet before she could speak,

a voice came from Liang Hui’s mouth.

"Su Yao, tell me, do we, the people of the Divine Court, appear as mere pawns that can be played with at will by the powerhouses of this world?"

Those who are destined for success, who among them has not been subjected to intricate plots?

Su Yao’s body had restrictions in it, Liang Si had died, Song Xi had been manipulated like a puppet, only able to seek death!

And those future War Generals of the Divine Court, most probably hiding in fear, or perhaps already dead in some corner.

"All enemies must be killed, not a single one should be spared."

"I want to dye the whole world red with blood."

Liang Hui murmured softly.

There was not a hint of emotion in his words, only the most fundamental coldness and indifference.

"It should be so. They don’t deserve grace or kindness!"

"Hui, you killed too few in that segment of memory."

Su Yao took out a handkerchief, picked up the young man’s arm, and slowly wiped off the bloodstains.

"Let’s talk about the burial cloth. You should have some understanding."

"I’ve seen it mentioned in the ancient texts of the sect."

"Five hundred years ago, the founding master of the True Martial Hall, Jiazi Demon Subduer, led nine major divine veins and Primordial Spirit experts in an assault on the Red Lotus Sect’s Old Demoness."

"After the battle, the Old Demoness disappeared without a trace, and out of the ten, only two returned."

"Along with the founding master, eight formidable beings of the world were wrapped in burial cloths and returned."

"That cloth, the burial cloth, I always thought it would be in the hands of the True Martial Hall, but I didn’t expect it to be with the Song Family."

The young girl sighed softly. These were things never mentioned in the memories of the future.

It must be that after Liang Hui swept through the world, it was easily erased, yet now this contingency had been prematurely triggered.