Chapter 1502: The Mangshan Demon Emperor's Downfall? (Part 1)

Compared to that, the Mangshan Demon Emperor's Excellency wasn't so fortunate; he had no strength to free himself from these blue-heart grasses, nor could he escape this prison.

His body was weak and feeble, collapsed on the ground, truly devoid of any strength; his entire demonic power dissipated in that instant. Having reached this point, he knew he stood at the brink of life and death, his eyes filled with blood, staring fixedly at the few people around him.

These were his former subordinates, now turning against him, just as he had done in his youth—back then he acted the same way to secure this position. It's a pity, though; he's grown old and can no longer suppress this pack of ambitious demon kings as he once did. These demon kings have always wanted to betray him, to take his seat.

Before, his power was great; he could suppress everything.

"Drip drip."

The wound on his neck kept bleeding, poison seeping into his body; successive heavy injuries left him unable to recover, his insides already ruined beyond repair, with no intact part.

His whole body was covered in wounds; those blue-heart grasses kept devouring his vitality and blood. The Mangshan Demon Emperor knew his time had come; these subordinates wouldn't spare him, just as he had treated them back then—except he had never been able to kill them.

"Cough cough cough."

Violent coughing sent blood spraying out; the Mangshan Demon Emperor's eyes grew sorrowful, his whole body aging as he neared his final moments. The Mangshan Demon Emperor…… stared at the black tiger drenched in blood, whose condition was no better than his own.

They both had been schemed against; Lan Tiansheng's final move wounded them both, inside and out.

"Heihu, this emperor is about to die, and you won't fare much better—you've been struck by this emperor's deadly poison, the toxin has seeped into your bone marrow, you don't have much time left."

"Hahaha, if you want to kill this emperor, you too must pay a price."

"Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me as a cushion."

"Cough cough cough."

The Mangshan Demon Emperor, his face wreathed in a smile, saw the black tiger's miserable state and felt pleased.

He had long anticipated this; at the very least, before dying he wanted to take a fall guy with him, and Heihu was that fall guy.

This reckless fool, a brainless oaf, became a blade in the hands of Lan Tiansheng and company; in the end, he met the same fate—death and the disappearance of his dao.

Heihu wore a dark expression, his shrinking body turning human, yet the wounds on him kept bleeding, blood flowing incessantly.

His body was poisoned, toxins continually invading his flesh, now beyond suppression; those toxins would soon spread to the depths of his soul, and he lacked the strength to hold them back—even the internal wounds alone were enough to overwhelm him.

In the end, Lan Tiansheng's move—those blue-heart grasses laced with deadly poison—was no ordinary attack.

Under the barrage of multiple toxins, his innards were nothing but poison; if he didn't purge them quickly, he might share the Mangshan Demon Emperor's fate. In this battle, Heihu's goal went unfulfilled, and he nearly got himself killed instead.

He turned his head, glaring fixedly at Lan Tiansheng.

"Lan Tiansheng, you schemed against me." Heihu glared at Lan Tiansheng with vicious intent, his killing intent exposed.

Lan Tiansheng waved his hand: "Don't, Heihu—it was you who forced me to act; I don't want to fight you, but you left me no choice."

Diewumeng and the others smiled as they watched this scene; they had known it would turn out this way.

Lan Tiansheng cannot be trusted; whoever believes his words will ultimately become his sacrifice.

Heihu, this reckless fool, saw only profit, not danger, and took no precautions against Lan Tiansheng—look, isn't that exactly how he got caught?

This person is one who could survive in the Void Oblivion; you know, most of the subordinates there have perished, and those who manage to scrape by inevitably have their own schemes—how could his mind be simple?

Only Heihu would believe him; others wouldn't readily believe him.

"You..." Heihu fumed—was Lan Tiansheng truly clueless, or doing this on purpose?

His attacking himself was the fact, and also the root cause of Heihu's severe injuries.

"Cough cough cough."

"Puff."

Heihu spat out a mouthful of blood, red with a hint of black—the blackness being the manifestation of his poisoning.

Seeing this, Lan Tiansheng and the others each had different thoughts.

Heihu was poisoned, and the toxin had entered his body, impossible to expel.

The Demon Emperor's Excellency also stood at the brink of life and death; at such a moment, no one would choose to act—just wait, for whoever intervenes would only bring trouble upon themselves.

The same goes for Heihu: just wait for the poison to worsen, leave it to time.

For a moment, nobody moved; they all chose to wait.

On Longshe Shan.

Qinglong Daoren witnessed this, smiling: "Lan Tiansheng is still quite useful—he actually managed to severely wound Heihu and the Mangshan Demon Emperor; those two couldn't possibly survive, and the other demon kings wouldn't allow them to live."

"Who would have thought that a small gesture back then would bring such a huge harvest? With them dead, no one will target us from now on."

"However, the patriarch of the Luotian White Snake Clan is no simpleton; should we guard against him?"

They've seen plenty of cases of crossing the river then demolishing the bridge; naturally they know whether that Luotian patriarch would do such a thing.

Having used their elixirs to restore their bodies and cultivation, would they no longer need them, then discard them?

After all, their presence seriously threatened the safety of the Luotian White Snake Clan.

Chen Chuyang shook his head: "Rest assured, they're smart people; they won't act rashly."

"Besides them, our allies also include Diewumeng, this Lan Tiansheng, and the Tian Du Men side—they'll likely come soon to trade for elixirs; the Heavenly Capital Dragon King's forced breakthrough this time left serious injuries, requiring elixirs to heal."

"We at least have several decades of peace; use this time to cultivate well, and by then you won't need to worry about them."

The clone's strength is not lacking, improving swiftly; as its strength rises, its cultivation follows, with no bottleneck.

Chen Chuyang remained reassured; he continued to reshape that world, sneakingly boosting his cultivation.

Tianwai remains dangerous; they must not underestimate the strong ones there—just the Mangshan Mountain Range alone makes them feel threatened, what about the other prefectures? How would they fare?

You know, Cangzhou is the weakest, and its sects aren't particularly strong either.

He needs this region's resources; with the powers locked in conflict and split, that works to his advantage—whereas a unified Mangshan Demon Palace would make him feel unsafe.

This is ideal now: the Mangshan Demon Emperor and Heihu have fallen, the other demon kings each go their own way, and the Luotian White Snake Clan is no longer dominant; later he can give Diewumeng some elixirs to boost her to that level, enabling her to stand equal to the Luotian White Snake Clan.

His security issue is thus resolved, but his own strength still needs to be raised—as soon as possible.