I will become the Demon Immortal known to the whole world
Chapter 202: Two hundredth strike, Aberrant Cult Master, watch the fist!

Chapter 202: Two hundredth strike, Aberrant Cult Master, watch the fist!

The chariot moved forward.

Whether they were disciples of the Divine Soldiers Valley or experts from various factions lurking in the shadows.

Everyone had a clear view of the youth in the blue robe, with his handsome features.

His eyes sparkled brilliantly, dispelling the last vestiges of night from heaven and earth.

Simply standing there, he imparted a sense of the wild, the profound, and the vast to all beings, as if they were not facing a mere eight-feet-tall person.

But a whole world.

"Your Majesty, you’ve grown much stronger! Much stronger!" A middle-aged man stood atop mountains surrounding Divine Soldiers Valley, where half a month prior, he had witnessed Liang Hui’s arrival.

Compared to that time, Your Majesty now was far more powerful.

It was as if the Divine Emperor from memories had stepped into reality.

Whoosh~

"The world is returning to its rightful course!"

In that moment, countless powerful beings, upon seeing Liang Hui, harbored nearly the same thought.

All other thoughts gradually converged into one at this moment.

Then, everyone turned their eyes towards the graceful figure beside Liang Hui, a figure equally familiar to them.

"Su Yao!!!"

Someone couldn’t help but exclaim out loud.

Liang Hui had struggled out from the mire, which people could understand and were psychologically prepared for, for the Emperor was the greatest miracle in this world.

But why you? Why still standing by His Majesty’s side, what kind of fool is the Sect Master of the Demon Spirit Sect?

The young girl smiled gently, her face radiant with a holy glow, as she looked down upon the mountains and rivers below.

She took a half-step to her right, drawing closer to Liang Hui.

"Divine Emperor Your Majesty, this is the Sect Master of the Flame Demon Sect, who once followed the Demon Spirit Sect’s orders to search for Your Majesty."

"At Gale Fort, Luo Fei has already slain this petty scoundrel for Your Majesty."

A man in a short-sleeved, tight outfit knelt on one knee, holding up a wooden box and shouting aloud.

At the same time, leaders of various minor sects cursed inwardly.

Then they imitated others, loudly proclaiming the offerings they had prepared.

They didn’t expect their offerings to catch the Divine Emperor’s eye. They only hoped He would remember their names.

’The Flame Demon Sect?’

The chariot paused briefly, Liang Hui remembered this sect, whose disciples he had slain at the Chen Family in Yuanshui City.

It was then he gained his first Taoist Scripture, the "Yellow Sand Minor Scripture."

Events from years ago felt like a distant past to the youth at this moment.

After a careful look at Luo Fei and memorizing his features, the chariot continued onward to the front of Divine Soldiers Valley.

Liang Hui’s expression was gentle as he stroked the chariot’s railing.

"Valley Master, a month and a half has passed, how fares the forging of my spear?"

"Divine Emperor Your Majesty, the war spear has been successfully forged and is now kept within the Valley. Please, follow us."

The Valley Master of Divine Soldiers Valley, draped in a golden cloak, spoke with extraordinary respect.

Liang Hui opened himself up to his perceptions.

A moment later.

He chuckled softly, "So this is it, you’ve all been quite thoughtful."

"Since that’s the case, after I swat a pesky bug, I shall head to Divine Soldiers Valley."

Without waiting for the Valley Master of Divine Soldiers Valley to reply.

Liang Hui had already stepped off the chariot, standing quietly under the Vault of Heaven, his head slightly tilted, eyes cold and severe.

"Aren’t you here to kill me? Why, like rats in a gutter, do you not dare to show yourselves?"

"Heh! I merely wanted to see the Divine Emperor alive, and now I find you unremarkable."

A hoarse voice full of unusual charm echoed through the land and sky.

A figure, no taller than seven feet, appeared in the sky.

Clad in a black robe, with a gloomy demeanor and blood-colored eyes that could mire all beings in fascination, he was filled with an eerie allure.

"Aberrant Cult Master, I want to,"

Liang Hui’s voice was low and deliberate, laden with a bone-chilling murderous intent.

Boom!

A golden Qi-Blood submerged the mountains and the sun, illuminating the entire Vault of Heaven.

At this instant, all the creatures watching around perceived the world lose its color, leaving only a streak of golden light flooding their vision.

Liang Hui’s body leaned forward, as all material, tangible and intangible, within a distance of several miles was brutally forced out by an extreme power.

"I will kill you!"

As the words left his mouth, the youth’s voice echoed through the sky and earth, and a hundred miles of space trembled slightly, like boiling water.

And in the instant that the boundless space shattered, Liang Hui’s right fist rose and thundered out!

Heart there! Intent there! Fist there!

In this moment, space and time seemed to lose all meaning.

Without even a moment’s pause, his fist had already crossed a hundred miles of landscape, tearing a ravine through space and striking towards the Aberrant Cult Master.

"Such a fist, truly glorious to the extreme!"

The Aberrant Cult Master’s gaze was deep, and he applauded with a stroke of his hands.

The pale hands spread apart.

The next instant, a white-boned giant that reached through the heavens and earth stood upon the land, its head touching the stars and sun, and its feet stomping on the mountains and rivers.

A pair of emerald ghostly flames, like green stars, became the only two colors in heaven and earth.

The white bone fist, suddenly clenched, came crashing down from high above.

One large and one small, one white and one gold, two fist seals collided.

Boom! Thunderous booming!

Amidst the earth-shattering booms, the space crumbled and turned to ash like waves, revealing profound darkness.

Endless gusts of wind blew, buffeting space debris, erasing all things around it.

Crack! Crack!

Cracks appeared in the white bones that were in a deadlock with Liang Hui’s fist.

Kill!

The fist advanced, and the white bone giant fist exploded outright, with endless booming sounds and fist light obscuring everything.

Only white powder floated in the Vault of Heaven.

The light from the fist dissipated.

Onlookers turned back to see the god-like white bone giant, now reduced to only half a corpse.

The right half of the white bone body, along with half of the skull, had vanished.

Terrifying! Terrifying!

This was the thought of all the watching powerhouses.

The existence of such a powerful White Bone Demon, they had never even imagined, and now it had appeared.

Even more terrifying was the near-godly White Bone Demon, collapsing under a single punch.

However, thinking of His Majesty’s fist, such an outcome was not unacceptable.

Cough cough~

Weak coughing came from the mouth of the Aberrant Cult Master.

Standing on the chest of the White Bone Demon, drops of blood flowed from every orifice, looking in shock at the tall figure collecting his fist in the void.

A soft sigh.

He had already done his utmost to overestimate that man, but in the end, he had still underestimated him.

To think that since that memory had descended, it had only been four years, how could he be so powerful.

"Not bad!"

Liang Hui shouted loudly, his body radiating a brilliant glow that made the void translucent.

Worthy of being the strongest of the Aberrant Cult of ancient and modern times, to be able to take one of his punches.

With his loud shout, the heartbeats of the observing powerhouses quickened, their limbs feeling numb.

"Come, witness the fist technique of my life."

Boom~

Liang Hui stomped slightly in the void, and the Fistful Intent that could suppress Myriad Beasts, Myriad Spirits, and Myriad Things began to boil.

His tall figure, while seemingly only eight feet tall, appeared to be a giant who held the boundless starry sky above and trod upon the mountains and rivers below.

Woosh~

He stretched his arms forward, brilliance flowing through his fingers, shifting hundreds of thousands of times in an instant, and a cacophony of beast roars emanated from his fist.

It was none other than his defining technique, the Myriad Beasts Fist.

This technique of the Myriad Beasts Fist had reached a level incomprehensible to mortal beings through countless sojourns into dreams, drawing from a vast quantity of boxing skills and prowess.

"Take my fist!"