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Chapter 206 - 204: The Wicked Way, Perishes! Demonic Path Methods, Can Also Be Used

Chapter 206: Chapter 204: The Wicked Way, Perishes! Demonic Path Methods, Can Also Be Used

The figure clad in a gray robe twisted its head around.

It was an old man with a weathered face and a red single horn growing between his brows, whose murky eyes were filled with mockery at this moment.

The dwarf dressed in green hide closed his mouth the moment he heard the old man’s words.

His head hung low to hide the resentment in his eyes.

The horned elder knew all too well what these demonic children behind him were like, what they were thinking.

The one sitting here who wouldn’t hesitate to kill their kin, slaughter cities, and refine souls for their own selfish gains, risk their lives to save the Sect Master? Don’t make me laugh.

If it weren’t for the uncertainty of danger before Divine Soldiers Valley, probably ninety percent of those present would have gone to chase away the old zombie and then personally take action against the Sect Master.

To think that after being suppressed by the Sect Master for a hundred years, they would hold no grudges.

Even I myself would have taken some of the resources and fled long ago if it weren’t for the overwhelming pressure from that person, not caring about any lineage or tradition.

"Cough... cough..."

Weak coughs echoed in the palace, drawing everyone’s attention.

All the giants of the Demonic Path turned to look towards the one seated at the foremost central position.

There sat a middle-aged man with a pale face, who unbeknownst to anyone had already turned around to face the crowd.

The middle-aged man’s eyes were closed, but everyone felt a distinct sense of being watched.

"All fellow disciples gathered here with but one goal, to survive," he said.

"Given the nature of that person, hoping for surrender after what the former Sect Master did is wishful thinking."

"So the only choice we have before us is to fight to the death."

"After all, that person has not yet reached the most terrifying state of strength, so we might still have a glimmer of hope."

The man’s words echoed through the entire palace, simple in logic yet plunging all the demons into silence.

For a long, long while.

Then a playful voice broke the stillness.

"I’m quite curious where that glimmer of hope you speak of lies when faced with me."

Boom!

All the giants of the Demonic Path inside the palace were internally shaken, fearfully looking towards the gate that should have been closed.

A youth in a blue robe, handsome in appearance, stood at the gate with raven hair over his shoulders and eyes that shone with a cold gleam.

In one hand he held the Golden War Lance, and his other rested behind him.

Without any aura of might, yet their demonic hearts nearly shattered.

Ah!

A desperate shriek sounded.

Several figures soared up, transforming into shadows as they fled into the distance.

No matter what plans they had entertained, facing Liang Hui directly left them with faltering hearts and cowardice.

That was the Divine Emperor!

"Heh!"

A light chuckle.

The next instant, a dazzling brightness filled heaven and earth.

The Golden War Lance crossed through space, pierced the void, and skewered everything in its path.

Pop! Pop!...

Several figures fell to the ground like birds with broken wings, each with a hole in their foreheads, their bodies, and souls smashed to pieces.

Step! Step! Step!

Liang Hui advanced with large strides, his expression indifferent, his gaze icy cold.

Each step resonated like the beating of a war drum.

"My lords, kill him!"

A voice roared furiously.

The middle-aged man’s eyes snapped open, showing neither pupils nor whites, just a boundless void without top or bottom, right or left.

A dazzling stream of light came forth from the chaos, traversing space to strike towards the youth.

"A Lingxin Demon Eye cultivated for over two hundred years, it must repel that person; this is a Demon Scripture even the Sect Master failed to master," they all expected.

All kinds of secret techniques were also unfolding, but compared to that stream of light, they were too slow.

"Good!"

A loud shout shook the space.

Many secret techniques were instantly destroyed.

At the same time, a surging Qi-Blood erupted, filling heaven and earth.

Liang Hui lifted his arm, pulling it back slightly.

Stab!

Boom!

That was a golden radiance even more dazzling than the Qi-Blood, piercing through the flowing light in an instant.

Originating from chaos, the flowing light shattered inch by inch under the horrified gazes of numerous Demonic Path followers.

Thump!

The war lance penetrated the flowing light, returning with droplets of blood.

The middle-aged man’s pupils burst, and he fell backward, his breath growing extremely weak.

Without bothering to check on the middle-aged man’s condition, many Demonic Path followers exerted their full strength to activate secret techniques and attacked the youth.

The incessantly shrieking tide of insects, the blood sea corroding the palace, the gigantic arm carrying lava...

At that moment, Liang Hui’s hand, held behind his back, had already reached forward.

Clutching an ancient Fist Seal, he smashed forcefully toward the front.

As if he was propelling the stars of the heavens, terrible and overwhelming, his black hair flew about, his eyes shone like golden suns, his killing intent fierce.

At the moment the various secret techniques made contact with the Fist Seal,

They began to melt away and dissipate like snow upon encountering the great sun, until they were submerged by the boundless fist light.

Liang Hui continued to advance, constantly thrusted with the war lance in his hand.

Each thrust ensured the certain death of any surviving Demonic Path monstrosity.

"Truly pathetic, no wonder you were suppressed by the Aberrant Cult Master for hundreds of years."

Kill!

A giant bloody hand suddenly struck from the side.

It was an old man with a single horn on his forehead, his face cracked and ferocious.

The instant he struck with the bloody hand, he fled toward the sky with all his might.

Rip!

The Golden War Lance instantly penetrated through the bloody hand.

Then, under the old man’s desperate gaze, it pierced through his skull.

Stepping forward, he did not pause for even a moment, as if the Primordial Spirit True Being he killed was no more than an ant.

Struggle, curse, plead for mercy or submit; none could escape the lance between his brows.

The physical body shattered, the soul destroyed, making their deaths absolutely thorough.

Eventually, Liang Hui stopped in front of a middle-aged man with bursting eyes, looking down at his weak enemy.

"To take a lance, what is your name?"

"Pang You!"

A voice that sounded both proud and desolate came weakly from the middle-aged man.

"Your Majesty, you truly are a great demon, cruel and decisive."

After that, the middle-aged man’s breath completely dissipated.

Rip!

The Golden Ancient Spear pierced through the enemy’s brow, and only after confirming his thorough death did Liang Hui begin to clear the remaining Demonic Path followers.

Not much time passed, and only the youth’s presence remained in this place.

Turning around, looking at the scattered floating corpses, the corners of the youth’s mouth spread in a grin.

Truly exhilarating!

With a gentle wave of his hand, various ’Dream-Entering’ items and storage spaces on the ground converged into the palm of the youth.

His fist needed filling with various humans, demons, and monsters.

Moreover, some Demonic Path techniques were indeed interesting; just remove their cruel aspects, or direct those cruel parts towards the enemy.

They could be used to craft some protective methods in a short time.

For example:

Liang Hui’s pale hand reached out, a wisp of pale mist gathering at his fingertips.

Meanwhile, fierce, tyrannical Demonic Qi rose from his body, engulfing him completely, yet his eyes remained calm as before.

A white skull the size of a thumb emerged between his palms.

With a light toss,

The skull fell into the pool of blood, beginning to absorb blood, bones, muscles, continually strengthening itself.

This was his modified White Bone Demon, not requiring the bones of kin, nor the need for cruel slaughter.

Just some powerful bones were sufficient to create a decently powerful Magic Artifact.

As for acquiring the White Bone Demon, it was obtained from the Aberrant Cult Master’s storage space, along with several other Demon Scriptures.

But he did not fancy them.