Supreme of the Heavenly Realm
Chapter 584 - 578 Demon Saint

Chapter 584: Chapter 578 Demon Saint

Under the lead of the Demon Clan Semi-Saint, Ye Xuan and his two companions quickly arrived at the Demon Clan’s village.

What entered their sight was a huge village surrounded by a simple fence, featuring numerous black towers distinctively different from human architecture; here, one could see no grand city buildings, only fairly primitive scenes.

Carried by a two-headed flying Demon Beast, they glided through the massive village and finally stopped at the highest area on a triangular stone platform, ten acres in size, made of blue stones with many exquisite patterns, all naturally formed.

After the Demon Clan Semi-Saint landed, he didn’t offer any explanation but said indifferently to Ye Xuan and the others, "Follow me."

Ye Xuan frowned. This place must be the core area of the Demon clan’s village.

Releasing his soul sensing ability, Ye Xuan detected nearly a thousand Martial Artists nearby of varying levels. Some of them had cultivations equivalent only to those of martial masters and Martial Sects among humans. However, several auras were particularly strong, even more terrifying than the energy fluctuations emanating from that Demon Clan Semi-Saint.

"What is this guy bringing us here for?"

Ximen Ying’s expression also sank slightly; escaping from this place would now be even more difficult.

"Why have you brought us here? What are you planning?"

After a moment of silence, Qian Wuchen suddenly spoke up.

"You’ll know soon," the Demon Clan Semi-Saint sneered coldly, showing no intention of explaining immediately, and calmly continued walking forward.

"Ye Xuan, why do I have a bad feeling about this?"

Not receiving a response, Qian Wuchen’s expression grew worried; his intuition as an Alchemist told him that bad things were likely ahead.

"It does indeed seem rather ominous."

Ye Xuan nodded, feeling a similar unease, but since they were already here, it was too late for regrets.

Before long, another Demon Clan powerhouse appeared in front of them, with a rhombus mark on his forehead and likely having received a message from the Demon Clan Semi-Saint. He was very strong, also at the Half-Saint Level.

This formidable demon, with his messy fiery red hair and armor adorned with flame patterns, exuded a violent and ferocious aura. He glanced at the Demon Clan Semi-Saint from a distance, then turned his gaze onto Ye Xuan and the others, his eyes lighting up slightly, "Mo Shan, I didn’t expect the goods you captured this time to be quite decent. These three, are they meant as offerings to mend Jialuo the Demon Saint’s body? By offering these three, your village’s taxes for this year might even be waived."

"Hehe, being able to offer even a slight contribution to Lord Jialuo is an honor for me, Mo Shan," the Demon Clan Semi-Saint leading Ye Xuan and his group grinned chillingly.

"Don’t worry, these three humans are quite fine; Lord Jialuo will be pleased."

The formidable demon also began to laugh sinisterly.

"This is bad, we’re done for."

Ximen Ying and Qian Wuchen turned ashen. Mo Shan bringing them here clearly had malicious intentions. If only they had known, they would rather have gone mining; at least that way they could have kept their lives.

"You three, come with me. Being chosen to come here just means you’re unlucky, hehe." The man grinned disgustingly, "Think about it; this is what you humans deserve. The injuries of Lord Jialuo were caused by your Human Clan’s Saints. Sacrificing a few of you should elicit no complaints. Besides, to become a part of Lord Jialuo’s body is an honor you should feel proud of."

The Demon Clan Semi-Saint had already started walking forward, no longer glancing back.

Ye Xuan’s expression grew solemn, but the more critical the situation, the more he needed to stay calm. He coolly followed behind the two formidable demons, heading towards the towering tower in front of them.

Ximen Ying and Qian Wuchen had no choice, they knew resisting now meant death, so they followed. Soon, they arrived at a deep and dark tower where they encountered a three-meter tall figure shrouded in a blood robe.

The figure’s skin was blood-red all over, and its eyes, like those of a venomous snake, emitted a cruel light. It surveyed Ye Xuan and the others as if they were lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"It’s a Blood Demon, and a Saint Realm Blood Demon at that."

Ye Xuan gave a wry smile. Among the Demon Clan, the Blood Demons were a particularly malevolent breed, far more brutal than the rest, often consuming the blood essence of other races to enhance their own power. They likely harmed humans the most.

Falling into the hands of a Blood Demon Saint was indeed their bad luck.

"From afar, I smelled something delicious, and I knew you were bringing me something good."

Jialuo, the Demon Saint, opened his blood-red mouth, releasing a hoarse and horrifying sound.

"These three humans came to us on their own, and they all look quite decent, so I specially brought them to you."

Mo Shan grinned broadly, his face all flattering.

"Hmm, indeed not bad."

Jialuo, the Demon Saint, stood up, then bent over and sniffed vigorously at the trio, revealing an expression of extreme enjoyment. However, this expression made Ximen Ying and Qian Wuchen turn even paler, as if all hope was lost.

They had lost all hope, only regretting why they had ever tampered with the Demon Clan’s Soul Altar, and now it was too late for regrets.

"Among these three, two are geniuses of the Human Clan," said Jialuo. "This old fellow, although not much, still has acceptable soul power. If I consume these three, my injuries should heal faster. Mo Shan, you have done a great service this time, and I shall reward you generously."

Clearly, Jialuo, the Demon Saint, was very pleased with the transaction of the three humans.

"Thank you, my lord."

Mo Shan was overjoyed.

"Humans, are you mentally prepared? Don’t worry, my methods will allow you to turn into mere mummies without any pain, so there is no need to be overly concerned."

Jialuo, the Demon Saint, said with a chilling smile, then he lifted his sleeve and a sucking force immediately enveloped the three, drawing on their blood essence.

"Wait."

Just as Ximen Ying and Qian Wuchen had given up on resisting and were in complete despair, a voice rang out beside their ears. Upon hearing it, they both froze, then turned to look at Ye Xuan with some surprise.

"What, boy, afraid of dying? You think I will spare you because you are afraid?"

Jialuo, the Demon Saint, sneered and did not bother interacting further with Ye Xuan, instead extending a Blood Claw towards him.

Humans were all greedy for life and afraid of death; he had seen this countless times, and the more afraid they were, the more pleasure he derived. The pitiful fear of humans was, in his view, endlessly amusing.

"I can heal your injuries."

However, after Ye Xuan’s calm statement, the Blood Claw that was nearly tearing into Ye Xuan’s body suddenly stopped in front of him, the forceful wind causing Ye Xuan’s hair to whip wildly about.