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Chapter 87 - 87 86 The True Demon

87: Chapter 86 The True Demon 87: Chapter 86 The True Demon Wang Dadong shouted loudly, his finger pointing at each person, the accused all dropped their heads in shame.

“Granny Yangjin has spent her life doing good deeds and helping the wounded.

If she’s a Demon, what does that make them?

What have they ever done for the village that earns them your devout worship, to the point where you’d turn your blades against your own savior?” Wang Dadong continued.

His words finally made people change their expression.

Belief in the Witch God was an age-old custom among the Zhuanghu, never questioned until this moment when doubts began to surface.

Many people present had once received assistance from Granny Yangjin.

Wang Dadong was aware of this, naturally, Meiduo had told him.

In Meiduo’s heart, Granny Yangjin was her divine being.

“Don’t let the Demon’s illusions deceive you.

If you indulge the Demon, beware that after death, the Witch God will abandon you and your soul will fall into Avici Hell, never to be reborn!”

The envoy’s words caused the Zhuanghu to waver again.

To be abandoned by the Witch God and have one’s soul fall into Avici Hell, never to be reborn—this curse was too dreadful.

“Slay the Demon and you will receive the Witch God’s protection, securing eternal peace!” The envoy continued to incite the villagers.

Watching the changing faces of the Zhuanghu, Wang Dadong’s gaze grew even colder.

It seemed their faith in the Witch God was too deeply rooted, and mere words had little effect.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a Feather Arrow was shot at Wang Dadong.

Wang Dadong’s gaze darkened as he raised his hand to catch the Feather Arrow.

“Kill the Demon!”

At the same time, someone shouted, and the crowd immediately became chaotic.

Initially, those Zhuanghu who had been graced by Granny Yangjin hesitated to turn against her.

But now that someone had led the charge, a chain reaction erupted.

A dark mass of people surged forward, some wielding Zang knives, some holding daggers, and some drawing Bow and Arrow.

Among them were many children.

To masters like Granny Yangjin and Wang Dadong, these villagers posed no threat.

But Granny Yangjin didn’t wish to harm these misled villagers.

Moreover, with Hazha, Zhuoma, and Meiduo to care for, both of them suddenly found themselves hard-pressed.

“Be careful!”

Suddenly, a child appeared in the crowd, seemingly frightened by the terrifying scene, crying out loud, about to be crushed to the ground by the throng.

Granny Yangjin quickly shoved three Zhuanghu in front out of the way with several palm strikes, dashed to the child, and swept him into her arms.

“Don’t hurt the child!” Granny Yangjin dodged the attacks from the villagers while shouting.

“Mhm.”

Suddenly, Granny Yangjin cried out in pain, releasing the child.

When she touched her abdomen, her hand came away covered in blood.

“I killed the Demon, I killed the Demon!” exclaimed the child joyfully.

The child Granny Yangjin had just risked her life to save had stabbed her with a knife.

Disbelief filled Granny Yangjin’s eyes, never in her wildest dreams imagining that a child would turn a knife on her.

Pfft, a Zhuanghu’s knife struck Granny Yangjin’s back.

The sharp blade cut a long gash across her back.

Watching, Wang Dadong’s eyes seemed to split with rage; he clenched his fists in front of his chest, his body emitting a faint Golden Light.

Clang clang clang!

The blades that struck him were as if hitting a steel plate.

“Ah!” Wang Dadong let out a roar of rage, and a powerful Qi Force burst from his body, instantly sending the surrounding Zangmin flying.

“Die!”

Wang Dadong shot towards the Zhuanghu who had wounded Granny Yangjin like a cannonball and punched him squarely in the chest.

It went straight through his body.

However, that wasn’t all; following Wang Dadong’s roar, the not-yet-dead Zhuanghu was directly shattered into dust!

“Demon, Demon!” The bloody spectacle instantly stunned everyone.

Wang Dadong steadied the teetering Granny Yangjin with one hand, his gaze cold and sharp as a knife.

“Since you want a demon, then let me show you what a real Demon is!” Wang Dadong’s eyes were blood-red, his intimidating killing intent almost tangible.

The Zhuanghu who met his gaze were so frightened that they actually wet themselves.

Wherever Wang Dadong’s gaze swept over, the Zhuanghu couldn’t help but step back involuntarily.

It was as if they were not facing a human, but a murderous god who did not blink at killing.

The messenger and his lackeys were so frightened that they fell to the ground.

They had thought Granny Yangjin was terrifying, but they never imagined that Wang Dadong was even more dreadful.

Wang Dadong’s body suddenly turned into a faint shadow.

The next moment, he appeared beside one of the messenger’s lackeys.

Bang—Wang Dadong kicked him away with a swift motion.

“Let’s fight him!” The messenger was terrified.

To run was to face certain death; to fight was the only chance at life.

Under the threat of death, the lackeys exploded with a surprising will to fight, no longer afraid and, wielding their knives, charged at Wang Dadong.

A sinister smile appeared on the corner of Wang Dadong’s mouth.

He grabbed the arm of a lackey that was swinging a knife at him and pulled with force.

Splurt!

The man’s arm was torn off.

Tossing the severed arm still clutching the knife, it pierced through another lackey’s chest.

Then, with both hands, he grabbed the heads of the last two lackeys and smashed them together, causing their heads to burst like watermelons upon collision.

In the blink of an eye, all five of the messenger’s lackeys were dead.

In the end, only the messenger remained, who was so terrified that he died of fright.

At that moment, Wang Dadong was like a blood-soaked Asura, his whole body soaked in blood—terrifying to the extreme.

After killing six men, Wang Dadong didn’t seem intent on stopping.

Instead, he walked toward the child who had stabbed Granny Yangjin.

Wang Dadong recognized this child; it was the one who had contracted tuberculosis last month.

Tuberculosis is a terrifying disease, difficult to treat even in large hospitals, let alone in the resource-deprived Zang region.

To collect the morning dew for the cure, Granny Yangjin would wake up at five in the morning and go up the mountain every day, continuing for half a month until the child was cured.

It could be said that, without Granny Yangjin, the child would have died half a month ago.

Far from being grateful to Granny Yangjin, the child stabbed his life-saving benefactor with a knife.

That’s why Granny Yangjin looked so incredulously shocked.

If at such a young age he was this cold and repaid kindness with enmity, then growing up, he would surely become a plague upon the land.

In that case, it was better to end his wicked life now.

The child was lifted by the neck by Wang Dadong and immediately burst into panicked crying.

“Dadao, don’t!”