Chapter 331: I Must Kill You!

Cang Lan and Yaoyue departed very peacefully.

Hmm.

Actually, the process wasn't truly all that peaceful.

Regardless, it could be counted as having unfulfilled ambitions, dying halfway through the journey, and passing away with eyes wide open in resentment...

They had resisted with all their might.

But it was useless.

The friendship combo technique of Cang Lan and Yaoyue ultimately did not prevail over the villainous BOSS Ren Yidao.

If you can't beat them, you just can't beat them.

Love and justice cannot be eaten as a meal; no matter where you are, they are not as useful as a hard fist.

Although the two of them were still physically alive, judging by the dead silence radiating from their mental states, they were no different from two dead demons.

Stop worrying about us, just let us die.

But this is not my fault!

It's not that we aren't strong; it's that this BOSS simply doesn't play by the rules.

Having a second phase wasn't enough...

He could even enter a third phase!

After being empowered by the moonlight, Ren Yidao could further enhance himself several more times through other means.

They had once again been defeated at the hands of this guy.

And this time, they no longer knew what kind of miserable fate awaited them.

But regardless, Yaoyue had absolutely no desire to resist anymore.

Anyway, this guy doesn't seem to intend to do anything to us; I can't smell any lies, so he can still be trusted.

Moreover, the two of them truly had no strength left; even after revealing their trump cards, they hadn't won, losing completely.

Forget it, let it be.

Tired.

Let it all be destroyed.

The exhausted Yaoyue lay lazily on the back of the giant wolf, which was sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, and slowly closed her eyes.

But before Yaoyue's eyelids could close, she was called up the next moment by an annoying voice:

"You two, you still have many things to deal with, you cannot rest yet."

"... Ah?"

Yaoyue forced herself to open her eyes, looked gloomily at the man standing beside them with squinting, smiling eyes, and muttered:

"What else is there?"

She curled her lips in disdain and mumbled:

"Kill me or carve me up as you please, if you want to mess around, go mess with Cang Lanlan, don't disturb me anymore, I'm sleepy..."

Cang Lan:?

Are you there?

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

Yaoyue didn't sense any killing intent; she only felt that this guy had come up with some other ghostly idea.

Ren Yidao looked at Yaoyue, who was about to enter dreamland, and shook his head helplessly.

What is up with this one?

Wasn't she just full of vigor and looking like she would rather die than submit?

How did she turn into this lazy, thick-skinned mess the moment she realized she couldn't win?

"Also, what is this sense of déjà vu? Why do I have such a baffling sense of familiarity as if I'm facing Jing Yueqin..."

So, even this posture of giving up was learned from Master?

"Senior Sister, you really are the most loyal Believer of that old woman, your Master!"

What kind of fanatical idol worship is this?

Ren Yidao cast the distracting thoughts from his mind, raised his hand to pinch Yaoyue's cheek, and sighed:

"Do you really intend to just honestly wait for that bereaved father to come knocking?"

I am still a challenging BOSS, but that one... is purely an irresistible plot-mandated death.

"What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

Folks, it's time to pack up and run!

And Yaoyue, with her cheek being pinched, bared her white teeth in resentment and shouted indistinctly:

"Don't talk non-sense! You, let go of my cheeck..."

Although the ocean has nurtured numerous lives and can be called the origin of all living things, it has never been a kind mother who only knows how to speak in gentle whispers.

It is a selfless creator, and also a ruthless destroyer.

Its surging and heartless nature will also swallow endless lives.

Giant waves tower into the sky, sweeping through all living things.

And at this moment, the East Sea... has changed.

A massive Thunderstorm Cloud Cluster spanning dozens of miles gathered, whipping up a suffocating storm on the previously calm sea surface.

And that Thunderstorm Cloud Cluster did not stay in one place, but rushed toward one direction at an astonishing speed.

Amidst the peals of thunder and flashes of lightning, one could glimpse a massive form hidden within, as well as a pair of eyes brimming with monstrous rage.

When the Dragon King travels, clouds must follow, and rain must assist.

This is the first time in nearly a thousand years that the old East Sea Dragon King Ao Zhun has traveled, and the momentum is extremely vast.

As the eldest among the Four Seas Dragon Kings, and the only one from the previous generation of old dragon kings, Ao Zhun has not revealed his fierce might before outsiders for a long time.

The last time he traveled like this was probably a thousand years ago.

Ao Zhun is old.

Truly very old.

He did not catch up to that great war which caused the Demon Race to completely decline, but he has witnessed almost the entirety of the Demon Race's rise and fall over these three thousand years.

Three full thousand years.

This time is too long.

Long enough to turn a General Suppressing the East Sea, who once held a heart full of hot blood and was single-mindedly devoted to guarding a region for the revival of the Demon Race, into an old East Sea Dragon King who finally dares to no longer obey any orders from the Demon Emperor.

Ao Zhun's life can be described as nothing short of spectacular.

Once the most loyal warrior to the Demon Emperor, he eventually became a powerful warlord who carved out land and declared himself king.

Ao Zhun has hesitated, but he does not regret it.

Even now, Ao Zhun still believes his original choice was correct.

Relying on that current "Demon Emperor" and the bunch of trash under her command, it is impossible to save the Demon Race; only he himself is the true hope of the Demon Race.

For this goal, he has struggled his whole life!

Ao Zhun had originally thought this would be his ending, but he did not expect that at the very end, there would be a new turn of events.

Because of this sudden turn of events, he had to drag his nearly crippled, decaying body out from the Long Gong.

Using his own actions to display his rage to the East Sea, to the Four Seas, and to the world.

His offspring is dead.

That child, who was the most obedient, the most filial, and the most like himself, was cruelly murdered by someone.

Not only was he killed, but his corpse was also skinned and gutted by someone, taking away all useful materials.

That was not the end of it; the flesh and bones that the thief could not take away were burned directly into ash and scattered into the sea.

Crushing the bones and scattering the ashes, plus chanting scriptures—let alone a remnant soul, one couldn't even find a scrap of bone.

Ao Zhun was shaken with rage.

"My Tan'er!"

"My only hope!!!"

Grief and hatred drove him mad!

"Audacious thief! How dare you destroy my Fleshly Body Altar!!!"

"How dare you ruin my hope!"

"I swear I will kill you!!!"

If one offspring died, Ao Zhun would indeed be driven into a frenzy of rage.

But the pain of losing a child would be far from enough to make a ruthless Asking Dao Great Demon lose his composure in a rage.

What truly caused Ao Zhun's mentality to shatter was the true value of this eighth son, Ao Tan, to him.

Was that his son?

No!

That was his hope to live another life!!!

The path to Ascending to Immortality is severed, and Chang Sheng is nowhere to be seen!

No matter how peerless and talented you are, the final outcome is nothing more than being trapped at the Asking Dao realm, unable to advance even half a step further.

Facing the pressure of death, which treats all living beings equally, those at the Asking Dao realm who are nearing their limit are either already insane or on the path to insanity.

As an old dragon with less than ten years of lifespan remaining, Ao Zhun had long since gone completely mad.

Although Ao Zhun has lived for a very, very long time, he still does not want to die; he wants to live another life!

After failing countless times, Ao Zhun finally found the method most suitable for him... borrowing the body of his own offspring.

For this, he began cultivating it hundreds of years ago, and only one hundred and fifty years ago did he finally give birth to the most perfect vessel.

Ao Zhun did not know how much heart's blood he had poured into ensuring this Fleshly Body Altar could adapt to his Divine Soul.

He sent his subordinates to carefully nurture it, just waiting for the final possession...

It was just a little bit away!

Just a little!!!

A little!!!

As things stand now, it is already too late to cultivate a new one.

Therefore...

Everything is over.

All of his preparations have gone down the drain.

He is going to die.

After thinking this through clearly, Ao Zhun went completely insane.

Since that is the case, then no one else should expect to have it easy either.

He is no longer afraid that this trip will expose his own weakness; he can no longer care about anything.

Ao Zhun is now a mad dog that bites whoever it sees, barking incessantly for his own passing.

But he is not running around aimlessly without any direction.

Ao Zhun is rushing toward the west, where the Eastern Wasteland Divine Continent lies.

That's right, he is going to slaughter his way onto the Eastern Wasteland!

The monk may run, but the temple cannot.

Even if he cannot find the true murderer, Ao Zhun is not worried about having no one to take revenge on.

The Human Race!

The Human Race!!

The Human Race!!!

"Human Race! You have gone too far!"

"Since you will not leave this old man a way to live, then don't blame me!"

Although that thief's methods were extremely ruthless and their actions meticulous, leaving almost no evidence behind.

But as the saying goes, the Demon is a foot tall while the Dao is ten feet tall; relying on his astonishing Dharma Power and realm, Ao Zhun still managed to find some remaining clues.

Ao Zhun learned the name of the Human Race member who ruined his grand plan!

"Flee? I want to see just where you can flee to!!?"

"I want you to be abandoned by your friends and family!"

"I want to ensure you have no place left in this world to stay!"

Boom—

The wind is fierce and the rain is heavy!

Thunder rumbles in bursts!

"I will kill you!!!"

"Roar!!!"

Ao Zhun's roar resounded through the East Sea, shaking an unknown number of Sea Beasts to death.

The Thunderstorm Cloud Cluster carried waves dozens of meters high, crashing toward the coastline.

On this day, no one knows how many people heard Ao Zhun's roar:

"The one who killed my son Ao Tan..."

"Is Hu Wanwan of the Eastern Wasteland!"

"I will kill you!!!"

And from this day on, Hu Wanwan's great name began to spread throughout the Four Seas...

This was a fierce Human Race member who dared to break ground on the Dragon King's head!

……

……

"So, do you understand now?"

Watching the Thunderstorm Cloud Cluster surge away in the Mirror, Ren Yidao turned his head and said smugly to Yaoyue:

"This is the correct way to use an illusion."

Go find Hu Wanwan.

Good luck, that big brother who lost his dragon son!

You can definitely do it!

I guarantee you'll find them without a sound.

Before leaving with Yaoyue and Cang Lan, Ren Yidao left behind some small measures.

He left behind a segment of imagery, as well as a vague name.

Yaoyue was puzzled and asked with a frown:

"But you could have just left the name, why did you have to leave your own appearance?"

Ren Yidao shook his finger and said profoundly:

"Treat the real as the void, and the void as the real."

"The true is false, and the false is true."

"Nine parts true and one part false is what can best deceive people."

Of course, this was just an excuse used to brush her off.

The real reason was actually because Ren Yidao's face had already been exposed, and it was too late to seal anyone's lips now...

Thinking of this, Ren Yidao felt a bit speechless.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have spared that sea worm; now it's hard to find them even if I want to... well, it's a small matter, forget it."

Furthermore, there was actually another reason why Ren Yidao did this.

He didn't want to hand all the limelight over to someone else.

There is no wall that doesn't let the wind through in this world; the truth will always come to light eventually.

Ren Yidao was very much looking forward to the day someone discovered his true identity.

"Besides, those guys should be able to guess the truth immediately, right?"

Ren Yidao was unsure of Hu Wanwan's life or death, but he figured Jiang Mingzhi and the others wouldn't let him have an easy time.

The probability of him being dead was over ninety percent, and the remaining ten percent was likely him being imprisoned somewhere by Jiang Mingzhi and being tortured.

This was actually a subtle way of conveying to them that he was living just fine.

Ren Yidao was still counting on Jiang Mingzhi and Chu Hairen to take good care of his little disciple.

"And the most important point: a gentleman does not stand under a Danger Star wall."

"The illusion is for sharing the risk; never let yourself bear the risk alone."

Since you've already used an illusion, wouldn't it be better to just keep yourself far away?

Just like now, Ren Yidao is already sitting on Gui Yan, hiding far away, not daring to appear anywhere near Ao Zhun at all.

He didn't even look directly at that thunderstorm, but instead used several layers of water Mirror spells, observing after multiple refractions, terrified of exposing his target.

In the end, it proved that his caution was useful; Ao Zhun searched a radius of a thousand miles for a full three hours, only leaving after the sky had turned completely bright.

After showing off to Yaoyue for a long time, Ren Yidao was very satisfied with his battle record, nodded with satisfaction, and waved away the water Mirror in front of him.

He patted the turtle shell, signaling that Gui Yan could continue to set off according to the original plan.

"I say... you surnamed Ren, where are you planning to take us now?"

"That guy ran toward the shore; if you go now, you'll run right into him."

Yaoyue had already accepted her fate, lying on the wide turtle back like a mollusk.

Her body hadn't recovered yet, and although her tone wasn't polite, her voice sounded listless and soft.

Not only was there no aggression, but it actually sounded like she was acting coquettish.

It was just a pity that Cang Lan didn't like to talk, so Ren Yidao didn't get the chance to hear her sweet-girl voice at this moment.

"Oh?"

"Didn't I tell you before?"

Hearing this, Ren Yidao turned his head, looked smilingly at the two demon girls lying side by side on the turtle shell sunning themselves, and laughed:

"We are going to Demon Emperor City."

"Oh, Demon Emperor City, I haven't been there eith... hm? Wait! What did you say?"

???

Not only was Yaoyue stunned, but Cang Lan, who had been playing dead the whole time, also opened her eyes.

The two demon girls were both dumbfounded after realizing what they had heard.

Huh?

Wait, what did you just say... where are you going?

"I said it, didn't I? 'When you go where? That is for me to decide.' You don't remember?"

When he made the bet with Yaoyue and the others, Ren Yidao never set in stone exactly what he had to do.

Huhu is free.

And free beyond your imagination!

That's right.

Huhu... has now decided to go for a stroll in Demon Emperor City.

"Right, there is one more thing."

Ren Yidao scratched his head and blinked:

"How do you get to Demon Emperor City?"

"I'm a bit lost."