novelzi Chapter 39 He's a Demon!
Chapter 39 He's a Demon!
The eerie crimson object floated in Wen Ran's dantian, its sinister glow casting an otherworldly light over the vast ocean of spiritual energy within him. This thing... it's vile. If it's in my dantian, then it must be tied to one of the techniques... but which one? His grip on the black sword tightened as tension coiled through his body like a spring ready to snap. For now, it's only illuminating the ocean, but that aura... it's far too dangerous to ignore. If I'm not careful, it could consume me. He exhaled slowly, steadying his nerves. Once this is over, I'll study it thoroughly. I have to figure out what it is before it's too late.
His gaze shifted toward the palace, his ears catching the frantic shouts of guards and servants echoing through the corridors. The entire city was in chaos, and Wen Ran's heart burned with a singular desire—a relentless hunger for power, no matter the cost.
His body moved without hesitation, rushing to fulfill his goal. But I need something... something to serve as a catalyst. I need to burn this place to the ground...
BOOM!
CRASH!
The sound of destruction roared in the distance, forcing Wen Ran to pause, his attention drawn to the chaos erupting beyond the palace walls.
The source of the commotion was a small army of cultivators that had reached the town gates in secret. At their forefront stood a familiar figure—if Wen Ran had been there, he would have instantly recognized the arrogant fool from the town square. True to his promise, the man had returned, this time with reinforcements, intent on forcefully taking Fang Jinyao.
A middle-aged man clad in ornate battle armor, adorned with phoenix and dragon motifs, stepped forward to stand beside Wu Xiaohui. His posture was respectful, his hands clasped in a formal bow, but his face betrayed uncertainty, and a glint of fear flickered in his eyes.
"Young Master, must we truly go this far? Provoking the Fang Clan could spell disaster, especially if the clan head gets wind of this..." His voice wavered with hesitation, and he didn't dare meet Wu Xiaohui's gaze. "And the tribulation lightning—those clouds still haven't fully dispersed..."
Wu Xiaohui sneered, his voice dripping with arrogance. "My father has no control over me. If I want to destroy the Fang Clan, then so be it. Who dares to stop me?" He raised his voice, his confidence unshaken. "I, Wu Xiaohui, am a disciple of the Azure Dragon Sky Sect. Who in this wretched region would dare deny my will?"
"Why hasn't anyone from the palace come out yet?" one of them asked, confusion evident in their tone.
"Wait... isn't that the clan mistress's slave?" another said, hesitantly pointing at the approaching figure. The aura radiating from Wen Ran was undeniable, and it struck fear into their hearts. But how can it be? That slave was supposed to be a cripple...
Before they could act, Wen Ran lunged forward, his killing intent crashing down on them like a tidal wave. The sheer pressure made their legs tremble as they stared at him in horror.
"N-no!" Their screams barely lasted a moment before their heads separated from their bodies, blood spurting into the air like fountains. The crimson liquid floated unnaturally, swirling in the air as if controlled by an unseen force. Onlookers froze, their eyes wide with terror.
"Demon!" one person screamed, their voice shaking.
"He's a demon! Run for your lives!" another yelled, spurring the crowd into a frenzied panic.
To them, Wen Ran wasn't human anymore. He was a demon god, a force of destruction that could manipulate blood like a twisted artist painting a canvas of death. Those who were too slow to escape found themselves cut down, crimson blades slicing through them with ruthless efficiency.
Wen Ran moved like a predator, hunting his prey with unrelenting speed. Each kill replenished the spiritual energy he had expended, strengthening his cultivation base with every life he extinguished. The once-chaotic energy within him grew more stable, his foundation solidifying amidst the slaughter.
Those foolish enough to fight back found themselves utterly outmatched. None could land so much as a scratch on him. His movements were too fast, too precise, and his aura too overwhelming.
That day marked the beginning of the Fang Clan's destruction. Wen Ran's one-sided massacre would become the stuff of legends, and soon the world would know his name. The name of the demon who single-handedly obliterated an entire town full of cultivators.