Chapter 915: Invincible Demon God

This was a crimson land, a land of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with rivers flowing with gore, resembling the depths of hell itself. Here, there were no living beings, only blood and bones. The howling blood winds carried wails of agony, and the rolling blood mists swirled with mournful cries. It was like a vast tomb, with the piled corpses and flowing blood serving merely as burial offerings for that one person.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

After an unknown amount of time, several dozen figures appeared amid the howling blood winds. They were Dao Huang, Tian Zong Lao Zu, Zhong Jiang, and their companions.

"What a fierce battle!" Everyone frowned, drawing in sharp breaths of cold air.

"Are we too late?" Zhong Jiang's expression was grim as he scanned the surroundings, searching for Ye Chen's figure.

"The soul jade is still intact—he's alive." Tian Zong Lao Zu glanced at the jade stone in his hand.

"That must be the imperial city of Nan Zhao." Li Xiao, who had been brought along, pointed toward a massive ancient city in the distance. Compared to Zhong Jiang and the others, his face was pale, and his body trembled—he had never witnessed such a bloody scene before.

"Let's go!" The group vanished in an instant, heading straight for the Nan Zhao imperial city.

At Du Long Men.

In the grand hall, Du Long Lao Zu paced back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, repeatedly glancing toward the entrance. It wasn't just him; the Du Long Men master and the various elders were doing the same.

Last night, the experts from the Xue Ling family had launched an attack on Nan Zhao, and no news had come back yet. They had spent an entire night in anxious waiting, all for that absurd piece of information.

They're back!

Soon, the Du Long Men master suddenly turned his head, looking toward the hall's exterior, where a figure was flying in rapidly.

"Old ancestor, save me!"

The person was crying out for help, like a streak of divine light crashing down, stumbling into the hall covered in blood.

Thud!

In the next instant, before he could say more, a black war spear shot in from outside, nailing him to the ground in the hall.

This...!

Everyone in the hall changed their expressions dramatically.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A series of banging sounds rang out, slow and rhythmic, like the footsteps of someone walking. It was because his body was so heavy that every step he took made the void tremble with a rumble.

All eyes unconsciously shifted toward the outside of the hall.

There, a youth covered in blood was slowly approaching. His blood-soaked hair flew wildly, and he strode through a sea of demonic blood, wielding a bloodstained killing sword. He was like a peerless demon god descended from the demon realm.

Ye... Ye Chen!

The Du Long Men master collapsed to the ground on the spot, and even Du Long Lao Zu trembled, barely able to stand.

He, the holy lord of Tian Ting, the peerless demon god, had come with his sword to kill.

"Run!"

No one knew who shouted in terror first, but the entire Du Long Men, with nearly a thousand members, had no one daring to step forward and fight. They scattered like frightened dogs, fleeing in all directions.

Zing...!

Chi Xiao let out a resonant hum, and Ye Chen began his slaughter. He was killing people, and it was drinking blood. He was the peerless demon god, and it was the peerless demonic sword.

Ah...!

Piercing screams echoed like funeral bells across the heavens. Each cry marked a living soul turning into wisps of blood mist under the demon god's demonic sword, staining the skies red.

No! No! No...!

The Du Long Men master had fled to the far end of the hall, his face filled with terror as he watched Ye Chen approach slowly.

Only now did he truly regret it. He regretted sending his two illegitimate sons to the mortal realm and regretted provoking Ye Chen, which had led to the destruction of his bloodline and centuries of Du Long Men's legacy.

Zing...!

The demonic sword Chi Xiao hummed again, and the Du Long Men master's head was severed, his fresh blood completely drained by it, making its demonic light even stronger.

Boom!

With a thunderous roar, the mountains collapsed, and Du Long Men was erased from existence.

Ye Chen set off once more, striding through the sea of demonic blood, wielding the bloodstained Chi Xiao, his blood-soaked hair flying. Every strand was dyed with crimson demonic light.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The vast heavens were not at peace.

In the ethereal void, the banging sounds rang out slowly and rhythmically, like thunder booming.

That... that's...!

Wherever there were people under the heavens, they all looked up in disbelief, their gazes fixed on Ye Chen, who was treading through the sea of demonic blood.

Ye... Ye Chen!

Perhaps those people didn't realize that when they uttered that name, their voices and bodies were trembling.

He was a killing god from hell, etched deeply into their bones; a war god from the heavens, imprinted forever in their memories; a demon god from the nine underworlds, slowly branded into their souls.

"He's... he's still alive."

"He's... he killed his way out of Wu Wang Great Marsh."

Everyone's bodies were shaking as they retreated again and again, wanting to flee to the edge of the universe, never to see that figure again.

Boom!

Amid the cries of fear, the demon god Ye Chen had already descended upon an ancient city.

This was the third branch of the Xue Ling family, filled with countless experts, yet no one dared to fight back. They were slaughtered until blood flowed like rivers.

By the time the demon god left, the ancient city had become a city of blood.

Countless people were terrified but couldn't help following him. Even knowing it was a nightmare, they still wanted to witness the rise of this generation's demon god with their own eyes in this era.

Boom!

Another city's protective barrier was shattered, and the demon god stepped inside, turning the ancient city into a hell on earth in an instant.

This was the sixth branch of the Xue Ling family. The branch master was nailed to the void, the nine great commanders had their heads chopped off, and not a single member escaped. The ancient city became their tomb, burying over ten thousand immortals.

Bang!

The demon god emerged, leaving mountains of corpses and seas of blood in his wake, a shocking sight.

Behind him, those people still followed, gazing at the piled bones and flowing blood. They could no longer tell if this was the human world or hell.

Boom!

The protective barrier of the Xue Ling family's second branch was crushed by a sky-covering demonic palm.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

A blood-robed elder charged out—a quasi-heaven cultivator whose aura overshadowed mountains and rivers. He struck with a sword that split the heavens.

The demon god did not stop, continuing his slow advance, allowing the sword to strike his shoulder. It splashed dazzling blood and exposed his stark bones, yet it did not hinder his steps at all.

The blood-robed elder's eyes were filled with horror as he staggered back. His peak strike was so worthless before the demon god.

"Kill!"

He swung his sword again, a world-shattering strike that collapsed the heavens and cracked the earth.

The demon god moved, raising his demonic palm and seizing the descending killing sword. Demonic power raged, shattering the sword on the spot and sending the blood-robed elder flying. Before he could stop, he was impaled by a black war spear in the void.

Ah...!

Accompanied by wails and howls, a massacre began.

When the demon god stepped out again, the ancient city had turned to dust in the fresh blood.

He did not pause, striding through the sea of demonic blood, wielding his bloodstained killing sword, marching northward and slaughtering wantonly. He leveled city after massive ancient city, leaving a trail of blood and bones in his wake.

As night fell, all nine branches of the Xue Ling family were completely destroyed.

Bei Chu was shaken, and the land boiled with excitement.

The holy lord of Tian Ting had reappeared, like a peerless demon god reigning over the world, devouring the myriad ancient heavens.

"He's... still alive?"

The major families of Bei Chu went weak in the legs upon hearing that name.

"This... how is this possible!"

In the grand hall of Shi Xue Hall, Shi Xue Yan Luo's eyes were full of shock, and his body trembled.

He actually survived this?

Across Bei Chu, various kings manifested, gazing into the distance as if they could see that blood-haired figure from millions of miles away. Their eyes were blurred, as if they were seeing the former imperial rulers of Da Chu.

"Isn't he just a walking corpse? Why... why is he like this?" In the Xue Ling family, Xue Ling Lao Zu slumped into his chair.

"This... this can't be possible." His voice trembled, and the hand holding his wine cup shook. Nine branches wiped out in a single day—this was the work of one person? He couldn't believe it.

"Old... old ancestor, he's heading straight for our Xue Ling family to kill."

"Quick! Quick! Notify the major families, notify Shi Xue Hall, notify the various kings, notify everyone!"

"You will all be buried with me." Before Xue Ling Lao Zu could finish, a cold, desolate, majestic, and ethereal voice echoed from the distant horizon, accompanied by nine heavenly thunderclaps, like a divine decree from the heavens.