Master of the Demon Emperor

Chapter 155 Danger in the Night

Within the courtyard, there was complete silence.

A gentle breeze stirred the fallen leaves on the ground as Li Huahun walked slowly up to Xiang Shun, stopping less than a meter away from him.

In front of Xiang Shun, Li Huahun appeared quite small, but his aura was in no way inferior.

"What are you doing?"

Han Yuandao suddenly arrived, breaking the silence.

His gaze first fell on Li Huahun, as he had never seen Li Huahun before.

With a sweep of his Divine Sense, Han Yuandao's eyelids twitched wildly.

Just like with Fang Tian Divine Fist, he could not probe Li Huahun's cultivation, which meant Li Huahun was stronger than him, and not just by a little bit.

He subconsciously tried to gauge Li Huahun, but what he got in return was emptiness.

It was just like when he tried to gauge Ren Wokuang; he couldn't discern anything.

This caused his brows to furrow tightly, his mind shaking as he stared fixedly at Li Huahun.

"Alright, Li Huahun, stand down. Xiang Shun has saved me before," Su Yie said, hearing this, Li Huahun turned and walked towards him.

Xiang Shun then spoke, "You are very strong. How about sparring with this king for a bit?"

At these words, the corner of Su Yie's mouth twitched.

The crowd's brows furrowed once again.

Xiang Shun had treated Ren Wokuang quite well, so out of goodwill, Ren Wokuang reminded him, "Overlord... think it through!"

As soon as the words fell, a hand slapped him from behind, knocking him to the ground with such force that the ground cracked, and blood was faintly seen splattering.

The one who had struck was Li Huahun!

Su Yie, Han Yuandao, and Fang Tian Divine Fist all twitched their eyelids.

So vicious?

Was Ren Wokuang really his brother?

Li Huahun walked towards Xiang Shun and said coldly, "Let's go."

Xiang Shun's mouth curled up into a defiant smile; he was not afraid of Li Huahun.

Both leaped up at the same time, shooting straight into the clouds to battle above the sea of clouds.

For a while, everyone in the Imperial City could hear the booming sounds coming from the sky.

Su Yie looked up, and because the sea of clouds obscured his view, he couldn't see the state of the battle. He anxiously hoped, both emotionally and logically, he would support Li Huahun, but he really wanted to know where Li Huahun's limits were.

Up till now, only the Malevolent Matriarch of Baili had made Li Huahun feel fear.

Of course, Li Huahun was completely obedient to him, and he naturally hoped that Li Huahun would become as strong as possible.

"Someone is fighting!"

"Such terrifying battle pressure!"

"Who could it be? To fight in the sky, their cultivation must be incredibly high!"

"It must be our king! Who's the enemy?"

He would have to be repaid with the agony of Ren Wokuang!

In the following seven days, Xiang Shun did not appear, clearly having sustained serious injuries.

Although Li Huahun said it was nothing, he also stayed inside his house to properly heal and didn't go out.

The eighth day.

Su Yie finished his cultivation; he had just attempted another breakthrough into the Perfection of the Condensed Spirit Demon King Realm but failed again.

"Xiao Bai."

Annoyed, Su Yie couldn't help but call out softly, wanting to vent on Xiao Bai.

However, Xiao Bai did not appear.

Normally, Xiao Bai would have definitely jumped in through the window and dived into his arms.

This little mother dragon was lively, but also cautious, daring only to make trouble within this mansion because, for the sake of Su Yie, others did not dare to mistreat it.

"What's the matter?"

Su Yie frowned and unconsciously walked toward the window.

By now, it was deep at night, the bright moon shone high, and the croaking of frogs echoed through the lonely courtyard.

"Come over."

Just then, an exceedingly faint voice reached Su Yie's ears. In the dead of night, it was like a resentful ghost tempting mortals.

Su Yie's frown deepened, and as if possessed, he flew out of the window.

Leaving the mansion, he followed the direction from which the voice was coming, his form flitting through the Imperial City like a phantom.

"Come over."

"Come quickly."

"I have been waiting for you, always waiting for you."

The voice continued in Su Yie's ears, growing louder and eerier; his eyes gradually became empty and lifeless, moving forward like a walking corpse.

Soon, he had left Imperial City.

Under the cover of night, Su Yie traveled swiftly.

He finally reached the bank of the Mandong River.

Under the night sky, moonlight shimmered on the water's surface of the Mandong River, sparkling intermittently as demon fish leapt from the water, adding a touch of terror to the night.

Just as Su Yie was about to step into the river, Feng Long's voice suddenly exploded in his mind.

"Are you crazy!"

Su Yie, struck as if by lightning, trembled all over, and his eyes instantly regained clarity.

Seeing himself standing by the riverbank, he instantly felt his skin crawl, a chill running from his feet up to his Heavenly Spirit Cover.

What's going on?

Instinctively, Su Yie drew out the Zhou Wu Sword and the Sword of Defeated Grudges, ready to fight.

"Come over."

The eerie voice rang out again, and as Su Yie looked up, he saw that a white shadow had quietly appeared in the middle of the river, standing still on the water's surface as a bone-chilling wind blew towards Su Yie.