Chapter 254: Blood Demon Night King

【Alliance target has responded】

【Alliance target’s cognitive rationalization modification completed】

Xiong Zhigang arrived with his troops—this time not just the Flying Bear Iron Cavalry, but also Divine Arm Crossbowmen, Dark Armor Infantry, and all other troop types.

“Mr. Chu, are you preparing for me to assault the mountain?” Xiong Zhigang surveyed the surroundings and asked.

Chu Danqing explained the situation, and Xiong Zhigang immediately understood.

He then turned to Yang Qianyuan: “Young Master Yang, the mountain path is treacherous—you must lend your care.”

Yang Qianyuan barely regained his composure; of course he was frightened.

After all, he had just seen a five-hundred-strong army summoned by Chu Danqing, fully armed.

Coming from an unusual background, he knew the general military situation of the An Yong Dynasty and was certain he had never seen the uniform of Xiong Zhigang’s force.

This meant this special army was Chu Danqing’s private troops.

Then where did he get the resources to maintain so many soldiers?

He suppressed his many doubts and replied to Xiong Zhigang: “Naturally.”

He then pulled out the prophetic spider's web-map and gave Xiong Zhigang a general explanation of the situation.

Xiong Zhigang listened intently and quickly formulated a plan based on Yang Qianyuan’s intelligence.

“Mr. Chu intends for me to deal with those three thousand Night Demons?” Xiong Zhigang asked.

He knew the chest mechanism: the more enemies slain, the better the reward.

So these three thousand Night Demons could not be allowed to escape.

As for the Night General and Night King, he didn’t need to worry about them.

“Correct.” Chu Danqing indeed had this plan: “I lack manpower—you, Master Xiong, are perfect.”

“Then what’s your next move?” Chu Danqing asked.

Chu Danqing wasn’t completely ignorant of military affairs—he simply had no connection to them.

“Mr. Chu, rest assured—I already have a strategy,” Xiong Zhigang said after receiving intelligence from Yang Qianyuan.

“But I’ve never seen the Night General or Night King—I fear I may lack the strength.”

Xiong Zhigang had a clear self-awareness: compared to Guo Ming, his world’s level was too low for individual transcendence.

Yet due to his unique path of military Dao, he possessed his own advantages.

He didn’t need to chase others’ strengths—he should leverage his own.

“I’ll let Da Bao and the Lishi handle them,” Chu Danqing said immediately.

“Good. Then Mr. Chu and Young Master Yang, wait for my signal,” Xiong Zhigang said. “Once I give it, you may ascend the mountain.”

Chu Danqing nodded. He didn’t ask why Xiong Zhigang wouldn’t come with them.

Xiong Zhigang had his reasons.

The troops marched out, boosted by multiple enhancements, swiftly heading toward the summit.

About ten minutes later, a signal flare lit the night sky—Chu Danqing, with Da Bao and Yang Qianyuan, ascended the mountain.

Before them, countless Night Demons surged like a tide, yet could not approach Xiong Zhigang’s elite troops.

The corpses of slain Night Demons had already piled up.

But that wasn’t the focus—Chu Danqing saw eight Night Generals, each with distinct forms, emerge from the mountain cave, wings flapping.

“Dragon Form, Tiger Form, Lion Form, Elephant Form, Wind Form, Thunder Form, Fire Form, Lightning Form.”

“So it really is the Eight Forms.”

“Master Xiong, beware—these Eight Form Night Generals can deploy the Fierce Form Array with the Night Demons—if” Yang Qianyuan hadn’t finished speaking when each of the Eight Form Night Generals seized control of a portion of the Night Demons.

The eight groups of Night Demons, once a disorganized mob, rapidly coalesced into elite spirit beasts.

Xiong Zhigang’s pressure surged instantly, but he had prepared for this.

The aura of Chu Danqing’s Royal Contempt immediately manifested, linking the troops into a military formation.

This formation was not the Flying Bear.

Previously, it had been the Flying Bear because all troops were Flying Bear Iron Cavalry, forming the Winged White-Browed Tiger.

Now, with other troop types mixed in, it formed a powerful humanoid demon-god.

Beast-faced, human-bodied, three heads, six arms, it swept across a vast area with furious assaults.

It shattered the Fierce Form Array outright.

The Eight Form Night Generals were caught in the backlash and immediately fell from the sky.

“Formation·Lord of Troops·Invasion Like Fire!” Xiong Zhigang raised his flag and activated his talent+skill; the messenger swiftly relayed the command.

As all troops shifted, the aura of the Formation·Lord of Troops rose another level.

Simultaneously, all troops gained a +100% attack buff—though lasting only thirty seconds, it was enough.

“Formation·Lord of Troops·Swift as Wind!”

“Formation·Lord of Troops·Immovable as a Mountain!”

+100% movement speed and +100% defense buffs were applied to the troops.

Xiong Zhigang issued three commands in succession, then gasped for breath, sweat beading on his forehead.

Command expenditure was immense for Xiong Zhigang—granting percentage buffs to over five hundred troops at once couldn’t be light.

Especially since he lacked the basic Command skill, with no reduction in cost.

His Command value couldn’t be boosted by equipment, limiting how many commands he could issue.

Commands weren’t mere skills—they were hybrid effects of talent+skill.

Fortunately, his talent and skill were both passive, yet he had forged his own path.

By combining commands with his Command value, he activated and consumed passive and talent effects to mimic active skills.

This was thanks largely to Chu Danqing’s spiritual insight and the guidance of the Divine King of Divine Might.

Coupled with the attribute boosts Chu Danqing provided, all troops channeled their strength into the Formation·Lord of Troops, which unleashed a devastating strike.

Seeing this, the Eight Form Night Generals abandoned the Night Demons and retreated swiftly.

In an instant, countless Night Demons were cleared—half or more dead.

The massive commotion and heavy losses finally drew the Abbot of Xuan Yuan Temple, Monk Liao Fei, along with the Blood Demon Night King.

Gazing at the corpses of Night Demons on the ground, Monk Liao Fei’s face was filled with malice—unrecognizable from the gentle, benevolent face he wore that morning.

“Venerable sir, you truly court death with reason,” Monk Liao Fei sighed.

Behind him, the Blood Demon Night King had a head as large as a Dou , crimson hair, fanged mouth like a bloodied basin, indigo skin, and knotted, bulging tendons.

Blood demons swarmed his body, instantly shrouding the entire mountain.

A foul, bloody odor seeped from the soil.

“It’s the Blood Demon Hell,” Yang Qianyuan explained. “The Blood Demon Night King’s exclusive domain skill.”

“To even glimpse this domain, one needs at least a thousand portions of Blue Orchid Blood Dew.”

“To cover such a vast area, it’s already perfected—amount of Blue Orchid Blood Dew used? Incalculable.” Yang Qianyuan’s expression darkened.

Chu Danqing knew spirit beasts had skills, and in this trial world, skill levels were: First Glimpse, Entering the Hall, Perfected, Divine Mastery, Return to Simplicity.

How these translated to levels, he didn’t know—his identity knowledge didn’t convert into Paradise skill tiers.

“There are thirty-seven thousand two hundred fifty-two portions total. I use a hundred per day.”

“Today you interrupted me—I’ve used only fifty-two. After sending you two to the Western Pure Land, I must replenish the remaining forty-eight.”

As Monk Liao Fei spoke, the Blood Demon Night King’s body shimmered with a blood armor, and a blood trident coalesced from crimson light.

Yang Qianyuan clearly recognized these skills—his expression suggested they too required Blue Orchid Blood Dew as cultivation material.

This Blood Demon Night King was a product built upon countless lives.

“You’re not just breeding Night Demons for Prince Ning—you’ve received most of the Blue Orchid Blood Dew produced by his domain.”

“You’re not Monk Liao Fei—you’re the Night Demon from twenty years ago!” Yang Qianyuan immediately exposed his true identity.

That Night Demon had committed multiple grave crimes, captured, and executed publicly as a warning.

Yet Prince Ning had rescued him—and now he served the prince.

“Venerable sir, you jest. Past deeds are severed—I am Liao Fei.” As Monk Liao Fei spoke, the Blood Demon Night King flapped his bat-like wings and lunged at Yang Qianyuan.

Yang Qianyuan knew too much—he must die.

Da Bao rushed forward immediately; under Chu Danqing and Xiong Zhigang’s dual buffs, he leapt high and forcibly dragged the diving Blood Demon Night King from the air.

His claws struck the blood armor, piercing five gaping holes.

Monk Liao Fei’s expression flickered slightly.

“Disciples, form the array!” Monk Liao Fei barked.

Eight massive monks hurriedly ordered the Eight Form Night Generals to rescue the Blood Demon Night King.

The Fierce Form Array had an advanced version.

The basic version had Night Generals commanding Night Demons; the advanced version centered on the Night King, fused with Blood Demon Hell—wider coverage, greater power.

Even without Night Demons, it could function.

But one condition: first, rescue the Blood Demon Night King from Da Bao’s grasp.

After being dragged to the ground, the Blood Demon Night King and Da Bao wrestled fiercely.

One had heaven’s timing and earth’s advantage; the other had overwhelming human synergy.

As they fought, the Blood Demon Night King was pierced repeatedly by Da Bao’s claws—luckily, within the Blood Demon Hell, his wounds healed faster.

As for Da Bao, he was badly wounded too—but Dabai healed him, and Chu Danqing provided shields.

Even if the Blood Demon Night King broke the shield, a new one appeared instantly, and Dabai treated his wounds immediately.

So up to now, Dabao is roughly at full strength.

However, the Blood Demon Nightlord’s recovery is far more limited.

(End of Chapter)