The Blood-Eyed Demon Wolf moved swiftly, reaching the Blood God Sect’s territory in no time.
*Swoosh.*
Figures darted from the black palace, greeting Mo Sheng’s arrival.
Moments later, Mo Sheng was ushered into the palace, taking the central seat, the wolf crouching beside him.
“Why halt the attack?” Mo Sheng asked coolly.
The Black Demon Realm experts exchanged uneasy glances, unsure how to respond.
After a brief silence, Zuo Li steeled himself. “Senior Brother Mo Sheng, we launched an assault, but Zhang Ruochen’s appearance disrupted our plans. Ask Luo Yu for details.”
“What happened?” Mo Sheng turned to Luo Yu.
Under his icy gaze, Luo Yu shivered but quickly replied, “Teng Gu and I encountered Zhang Ruochen unexpectedly. We tried to suppress him together, but his strength has surged. We were no match. Teng Gu was captured, and I barely escaped.”
“Defeating both of you? He has some skill. But is he worthy of my attention?” Mo Sheng’s expression remained calm, clearly not taking Zhang Ruochen seriously.
Despite knowing Zhang Ruochen’s feats in Saint Ming City and Peacock Manor, Mo Sheng wasn’t impressed. That level of strength didn’t yet catch his eye.
“No need for you to act, Senior Brother. Leave Zhang Ruochen to me,” a brash voice interrupted.
Zuo Li and the others turned toward the palace entrance.
There stood a tall, imposing figure, demonic energy swirling, phenomena manifesting. Vast heaven-earth forces churned around him.
He held a purple-gold demonic spear, its tip razor-sharp, as if it could rend space.
“Senior Brother Zhuo Gu has arrived.”
Except for Mo Sheng, the hall’s Black Demon Realm experts rose to greet him.
Their reaction was unsurprising. Zhuo Gu was the second strongest below Great Saint in the Black Demon Realm, just behind Mo Sheng.
Cultivating the *Heavenly Demon Tyrant Spear Diagram*, Zhuo Gu was a notorious battle maniac, his strength in the third tier below Great Saint, capable of rivaling ordinary immortal Great Saints.
Rumor had it he’d once fallen into a frigid pool, nearly dying, but gained immense benefits, his body tempered to match primordial relics.
Carrying his spear, Zhuo Gu strode in, casually taking the seat to Mo Sheng’s left.
Mo Sheng glanced at him. “Attack the Blood God Sect immediately. I want no mistakes.”
“Yes!” everyone, including Zhuo Gu, responded loudly.
Mo Sheng’s authority was absolute; none dared defy him.
The experts left the palace, gathering outside the sect’s protective array.
“Not a bad array. Let’s see how many strikes it can take,” Zhuo Gu said, licking his lips, thrusting his spear.
The strike seemed simple but carried immense force, like a star crashing into the array.
*Bang.*
The array trembled, showing signs of collapse.
“As expected of Senior Brother Zhuo Gu. One strike shakes the sect’s array,” a Black Demon Realm cultivator praised.
“No surprise. In physical strength, Senior Brother Zhuo Gu is unmatched below Great Saint. In the Western Domain’s Merit Battlefield, he shattered a primordial beast’s skull with one punch.”
“No need for Senior Brother Mo Sheng. Zhuo Gu alone can sweep the sect.”
The Black Demon Realm cultivators buzzed with excitement, gazing at Zhuo Gu with awe.
His achievements were what many aspired to.
“Zhang Ruochen, are you ready? A tough one’s here. My arrays won’t hold long,” Xiao Hei said anxiously.
Space rippled, and Zhang Ruochen appeared. “Almost. Let’s meet these Black Demon Realm experts.”
“Out there?” Xiao Hei asked, surprised.
“Of course. Wait for them to break in? That’s disadvantageous,” Zhang Ruochen said.
“What’s your plan?” Xiao Hei pressed.
Zhang Ruochen’s lips curved. “You’ll see soon.”
“Selling me suspense?” Xiao Hei glared, annoyed.
But now wasn’t the time to argue.
Led by Zhang Ruochen, all the sect’s Saint Kings headed out.
“Hm?”
Zhuo Gu, about to strike again, paused, sensing something.
The sect’s array rippled, and figures emerged outside.
Zhang Ruochen had deployed his spatial domain, enveloping his allies, ready to retreat if needed.
“Zhang Ruochen, you dare come out? Bold,” Zhuo Gu said, eyes gleaming.
To him, Zhang Ruochen was prey.
The Black Demon Realm experts moved, forming an encirclement.
Zuo Li sneered, “Zhang Ruochen, you’ve walked into a trap. Who’ll save you now?”
“Du Mosheng, Pei Linhu, you betrayed the Black Demon Realm. Even dying ten thousand times won’t atone for your sins,” Xiao Wuchang roared.
Yin Fan Demoness’s eyes glinted with killing intent. “The shame you brought must be washed in blood. Don’t worry, I won’t let you die easily.”
Her torture skills were unmatched in the Black Demon Realm.
The defected Saint Kings paled, knowing capture meant a grim fate.
Du Mosheng laughed. “Every man for himself. You, disciples of gods, had everything from the start. Me? I had only myself. Why should I die for your gods?”
In the Black Demon Realm’s brutal environment, selfishness was survival.
Unlike Yin Fan Demoness, Du Mosheng wasn’t a god’s disciple. Reaching his level took immense hardship, making him value his life more.
Those who joined Zhang Ruochen lacked powerful backing. With gods behind them, they wouldn’t dare betray.
“Blaspheming the gods? Die!” Yin Fan Demoness growled, conjuring a death-energy hand to seize Du Mosheng.
Du Mosheng’s face changed, feeling the threat, ready to fight.
Before he could act, Zhang Ruochen struck, unleashing yang energy tens of thousands of times stronger than normal.
*Bang.*
The death-energy hand shattered into streams of death qi.
Yin Fan Demoness’s gaze darkened, releasing dense death demonic energy. A shadowy ancient tomb appeared behind her, as if it could bury all.
Zhang Ruochen stood fearless, a dragon and elephant manifesting at his sides, exuding terrifying pressure.
“Killing my sect’s people in my presence? You don’t take me seriously. Mo Sheng, I know you’re here. Why not show yourself?” Zhang Ruochen said, ignoring Yin Fan Demoness, looking toward the black palace.
The Black Demon Realm experts turned.
“As you wish,” Mo Sheng’s indifferent voice echoed, his figure emerging from the palace.
*Howl.*
The Blood-Eyed Demon Wolf glared at Zhang Ruochen, snarling.
*Gasp.*
Elder Yuan Xing and the others sucked in cold breaths, their souls trembling, nearly detaching.
*Hmph.*
Zhang Ruochen let out a heavy snort, an invisible aura bursting forth.
The strange demonic force affecting Yuan Xing and the others shattered, no longer a threat.
The wolf stepped back, its eyes wary despite its ferocity.
Mo Sheng, one hand holding the Greedy Wolf Demon Saber, the other behind his back, gazed at Zhang Ruochen emotionlessly. “You want to fight me?”
Zhang Ruochen locked eyes with him, assessing.
This was his first meeting with Mo Sheng, the Black Demon Realm’s titan he’d long wanted to face.
Mo Sheng didn’t overtly show his aura, but Zhang Ruochen sensed his immense power.
Within his unassuming frame lay devastating force, capable of world-shattering destruction.
Mastering three *Heavenly Demon Stone Inscriptions*, a once-in-a-millennium genius, with a god’s potent bloodline and a supreme perfect physique, Mo Sheng was a true prodigy.
Among the Celestial Court’s myriad worlds, Saint Kings were countless, even Nine-Step Saint Kings plentiful, but those in the second tier below Great Saint were rare. Most major worlds lacked such talents.
Mo Sheng’s presence in this tier marked his extraordinary nature, standing at the peak of his realm.
After a moment, Zhang Ruochen said calmly, “Mo Sheng, chaotic slaughter is dull. I know what you want. How about a different approach? You might get what you seek more easily.”
“Oh? What approach?” Mo Sheng showed a flicker of interest.
His strength left him unconcerned about Zhang Ruochen’s tricks.
“You’ve likely collected some *Heavenly Demon Stone Inscriptions* in Kunlun Realm. Let’s use them as stakes in a wager. How about it?” Zhang Ruochen proposed.
“What? Are you mad? Betting the *Inscriptions* with the Black Demon Realm? No way, I won’t allow it!” Xiao Hei protested before Mo Sheng could respond.
Others looked puzzled, unsure why Zhang Ruochen suggested this.
A wager carried the risk of loss, and handing the *Inscriptions* to the Black Demon Realm would make him a sinner of Kunlun.
Knowing their thoughts, Zhang Ruochen sent a mental message: “I’m betting with the *Inscriptions* to seize those held by the Black Demon Realm. Kunlun’s treasures must not remain in their hands. It’s risky, but I have a foolproof plan. Trust me, I won’t let a single *Inscription* fall to them.”
“You’re sure?” Xiao Hei messaged back.
“Would I joke about this?” Zhang Ruochen replied.
“Your idea’s good, but will they agree?” Jin Yu messaged.
The Black Demon Realm, confident in their dominance, might not accept.
As Jin Yu predicted, Mo Sheng said coldly, “Kill you all, and the *Inscriptions* are ours. Why bother?”
“Really? You underestimate me, Mo Sheng. If I want to leave, can you stop me? I’m giving you a chance—don’t waste it,” Zhang Ruochen retorted.
Mo Sheng’s eyes flickered, a faint smile appearing. “So you’re after our *Inscriptions*. Clever.”
“Exactly. Don’t you trust your people? I planned to add these as extra stakes. If you refuse, they have no reason to live,” Zhang Ruochen said.
He produced the Spatial Exquisite Ball, revealing the hundreds of captured Black Demon Realm Saint Kings.
From capturing Teng Gu onward, Zhang Ruochen had planned to leverage them.
Mo Sheng’s eyes flashed coldly. “Threatening me? Think I can’t handle you?”
The Black Demon Realm cultivators released powerful auras, ready to strike at Mo Sheng’s command.
“Want to fight? You might breach the sect, but I guarantee you’ll pay a price and get no *Inscriptions*,” Zhang Ruochen said, his tone icy, matching Mo Sheng’s intensity.
The ball glowed, and the captured Saint Kings appeared.
“Kneel,” Zhang Ruochen commanded.
A terrifying aura pressed on Teng Gu and the others.
They collapsed to their knees, unable to resist.
“Argh!” Teng Gu roared, struggling futilely.
*Bang.*
His knees smashed the ground, shattering stone.
“Zhang Ruochen!” Teng Gu’s eyes blazed with hatred, never so humiliated.
*Slap.*
Zhang Ruochen stepped on Teng Gu’s shoulder, forcing him flat, unable to rise.
“It’s Mo Sheng who denies you life. Don’t blame me,” Zhang Ruochen said coldly.
The captured Saint Kings trembled, shrouded in fear of death.
Unable to speak or beg, they cast pleading looks at Mo Sheng.
