The Destruction of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and the Heaven Dou Imperial Family
Yu Yuanzhen stood on True Dragon Mountain, his face dark as he looked at Feng Xiu, the Force Demon God Barbatos, and the Lightning Demon God Pal in the air.
He had just received word that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had also been attacked by the Demon Clan, and that the Heaven Dou Empire had even fallen under pressure from several Demon Gods!
"Outsiders, you've gone too far!"
"Are you really this overbearing?!"
"Aren't you afraid of retribution?!"
"..."
Yu Yuanzhen roared in fury, but no one paid him any attention.
Feng Xiu regarded him coldly. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul was merely a sub-dragon.
The Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Emperor in the air seemed to understand what Feng Xiu meant, and a dragon's roar rang through the clouds.
A terrifying draconic pressure descended, making everyone struggle to breathe.
"Heaven means to destroy our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect!"
"We surrender! Don't kill us!"
"Big brother Demon God, I surrender! I surrender!"
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect disciples instantly lost the will to fight. One after another, they fell to their knees and begged for their lives.
But the Demon Clan army had already received its orders: spare no one belonging to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect!
They stared coldly at the disciples kneeling and begging for mercy, every one of them brimming with killing intent as they tore them apart without mercy!
Yu Yuanzhen still had not made a move. Feng Xiu and the two Demon Gods watched him coldly, ready to strike him down the instant he took any action!
"Sect Master, let's surrender!"
"If we keep fighting, our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect disciples will all die!"
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect elders tried to persuade him. They had long since lost their fighting spirit, and the sight before them had already scared the courage out of them.
Yu Yuanzhen was a fiercely unyielding man. How could he possibly surrender? Just as he prepared to fight to the death, a blade pierced through his chest...
His eyes widened as he looked at the blade sticking out of his chest, then slowly turned to look behind him.
Yu Luomian!
"Why?!"
"I'm sorry, Sect Master. For the lives of everyone else in the sect, you have to die!"
A cold smile curled at the corners of Yu Luomian's mouth.
"Ah!!!!!!"
Yu Yuanzhen threw back his head and howled. He had never imagined that, after a lifetime of sweeping all before him, he would die at the hands of one of his own. How laughable, how laughable!!!
Feng Xiu was slightly surprised. This was for the best; it saved him some effort.
Yu Yuanzhen prepared to detonate his Soul Power, but Feng Xiu restrained him first, then cut off his head with a single stroke, staining his robes red with blood.
Bang!!!
Yu Yuanzhen's head struck the ground heavily. Until the moment of his death, his eyes remained fixed on Feng Xiu, full of unwillingness. He died with his eyes open!
Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
Yu Yuanzhen, deceased.
Yu Luomian hurriedly lowered his head and pledged allegiance to Feng Xiu, then took out the Nine Dragon Crown and offered it to him with both hands.
Feng Xiu glanced indifferently at the Nine Dragon Crown, a cold gleam flickering in his eyes. With a wave of his hand, he crushed it to dust.
"You..." Yu Luomian was shocked. This was his sect's sacred treasure, and he had handed it over to show his resolve.
He had not expected Feng Xiu to destroy it outright.
"This thing isn't even as good as the Demon God's Crown."
Feng Xiu spoke calmly, then looked at Yu Luomian with undisguised scorn. An eighty-fourth-level Soul Douluo had less courage than a Soul Elder disciple of his own sect!
"We are willing to follow the Demon God and serve at your side, my lord!"
Yu Luomian spoke at once, tension showing in his eyes.
"But I have no love for traitors!"
With that, Feng Xiu gave him no chance to react and finished him with a single sword stroke.
Yu Luomian froze, regret appearing in his eyes, but it was already too late.
His head fell beside Yu Yuanzhen's...
Seeing this, the other elders hurriedly tried to flee, but Feng Xiu killed them all instantly with a single glance.
Barbatos and Pal exchanged a look, their eyes full of awe for Feng Xiu.
As expected of His Majesty the Demon God Emperor!
At dawn, the first rays of sunlight shone on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's grounds.
Feng Xiu stood on high, looking out over the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's grounds, where corpses littered the ground.
The sounds of battle gradually died away, and all the Demon Clan soldiers looked toward the Demon God Emperor.
The Demon God Emperor's presence had allowed the Demon Clan army to suffer almost no casualties!
"Let's go," Feng Xiu said calmly.
"Yes!"
The Demon Clan army shouted in unison. This battle was worthy of being written into the annals of history!
Heaven Dou Empire, Upper Three Sects, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
Destroyed!
The news spread across the entire continent.
No one could believe it. This was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect!
One of the Upper Three Sects had been wiped out without a sound in a single night!
To everyone's shock, the Heaven Dou Imperial Family announced the fall of the empire. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had also been attacked at the same time, and Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's master, and the others had fled to parts unknown.
In a single night, all the humans on the continent had once again witnessed the power of the Demon Gods!
Everyone began to panic.
Back in Heart City.
The resources stored in the treasuries of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and the Heaven Dou Imperial Family began to flow into the Demon Clan's Heart City.
Only Slaughter City remained...
Feng Xiu pondered briefly.
Slaughter City was where the Asura God's inheritance lay.
Anything that happened there might be noticed by the Asura God...
For now, he would first devour Bibi Dong's Rakshasa God inheritance.
A fragment of the Sea God's divinity alone was not enough to truly become a god.
It seems I'll have to make a trip to Spirit Hall myself...
One day later.
The forbidden area on the back mountain.
Feng Xiu stood before a small building.
This was Bibi Dong's residence.
But within the range of his divine sense, Bibi Dong was nowhere in Spirit City.
The moment Feng Xiu pushed open the door, a faint fragrance greeted him.
The room was neatly arranged, and several pots of withered flowers and plants sat on the table.
Several luxurious robes hung on a clothes rack, while jewelry and cosmetics lay on the dressing table.
Feng Xiu glanced around but did not look any longer.
His gaze fell on the center of the room.
His divine sense passed through the wall.
A mass of purplish-black mist lay within, hidden deep.
It was underground.
Feng Xiu began searching the room.
The bookshelves, the walls, the floor, beneath the bed...
Finally, he opened the wardrobe.
He pushed aside a pile of clothes and felt a raised hidden compartment at the very back.
He pressed it hard.
Click!
The back panel of the wardrobe slowly slid open, revealing a staircase descending into the depths.
Dark and profound.
Feng Xiu slowly stepped inside.
The cave was wider than he had imagined.
Feng Xiu followed the staircase down. Cold, damp stone slabs lay beneath his feet, and several fist-sized spiders crawled along the stone walls on either side, glimmering with an eerie purple light in the gloom.
The deeper he went, the stronger the chill became.
It was not ordinary cold, but a sinister chill that could seep into the marrow.
Feng Xiu's expression remained unchanged, his steps steady.
He deliberately restrained his presence, making himself seem like an ordinary person.
After walking for about the time it took an incense stick to burn, the passage suddenly opened up ahead.
A vast underground cavern appeared before him. Several fist-sized luminous pearls were embedded in the surrounding rock walls, giving off a faint glow.
In the center of the cavern stood a purplish-black statue three zhang tall, a fearsome eight-armed Rakshasa whose six eyes looked down upon the space below.
Just then, a sinister voice echoed through the cavern.
"Human..."
"Do you wish to become a god?"
The voice seemed to drift near and far, carrying an indescribable power of temptation, as though it could burrow straight into a person's heart.
Feng Xiu's steps halted.