Mom! Great Demon King Ning Is Here

Old Ghost hurriedly circulated the Ghost God True Scripture, about to kick off with both legs and leap into the air to evade.

In his extreme panic, he actually forgot that he had already lost his lower legs.

By the time he realized he had not left the ground, it was already too late!

Ning Chuan's Meteor Chasing Moon was swift as a shooting star chasing the moon; whoever saw it lost life and soul. You could see it, but you could not dodge it.

Old Ghost saw only a flash of golden light skim past his crotch and shoot between his thighs.

"My thighs are gone too!"

"The thing I was so proud of was almost rubbed away as well!"

Old Ghost was on the verge of tears as his body dropped another foot with a smack.

This time, he no longer even had thighs, so naturally he could not stand.

With a thud, his upper body slammed into the ground, nearly giving him a face-first tumble into the dirt!

Old Ghost had learned his lesson this time. A cloud of black mist abruptly rose from his body, wrapping around him.

With a whoosh, his body shot into the air and turned into the inner hall, vanishing from sight.

This time, he did not dare linger for even a second. His old life mattered most.

If that kind of shooting star came again, he would be finished here!

"Old Ghost, where are you going?"

A bandit had just finished kowtowing when he happened to see Old Ghost fly into the inner hall.

"I am tired. I'll rest for a while. Call for me when Ning Chuan arrives!"

Old Ghost turned into the inner hall without slowing, flying toward the back mountain.

Without even looking back, he entered a deep abyssal fissure, slipped into a stone chamber on the cliff, and slammed down the stone door.

Only then did he lean against the back of the stone door and gasp for breath.

"Too terrifying, too terrifying! What in the world was that?"

Old Ghost had taken a turn through the gates of hell, his face filled with terror.

At this moment,

Below Ghost Cry Ridge, Ning Chuan raised his head, and a trace of panic flashed through his eyes.

The enormous mountain range before him resembled a colossal ghostly shadow glaring fiercely at him.

The buildings on the mountain stood in orderly rows, half-hidden within layers of ghostly mist, like countless vicious ghosts baring their fangs.

"Little thief, what are you afraid of? With your terrifying strength, even if you encounter ghostly creatures, you can kill them with a flick of your hand!"

"Besides, even bandits dare to live here. What are you worried about?"

Hearing Xiao Lian's words, Ning Chuan's eyes lit up, and clarity suddenly dawned on him.

"Hahahaha... Mere ghostly creatures—how could your husband possibly fear them!"

Ning Chuan laughed it off, only to hear countless curses and shouts from the mountain.

"Who? Who ate a bear's heart and leopard's gall, daring to cause trouble at Ghost Cry Ridge!"

"Which son of a bitch is tired of living? State your name, and your grandpa will grant your wish for free!"

With a great commotion, dozens of burly men appeared from the mountain and charged down at Ning Chuan and Xiao Lian with murderous momentum.

These bandits wore different outfits; bandits from all six strongholds were present.

Ning Chuan took one look and saw that the weakest of these bandits were Ninth Grade martial artists.

The strongest had reached Seventh Rank. He was a bald, burly man.

Ning Chuan was overjoyed.

"Good, another batch of Attribute Points!"

Over the past few days, Ning Chuan had visited several strongholds, only to come up empty-handed each time. He had not gained a single Attribute Point and had long been frustrated beyond measure.

The bald man carried a pair of short-handled battle axes. He stepped forward and pointed an axe at Ning Chuan's nose.

"So it's just a green little brat.

Whose kid are you? State your name!"

The man was exceedingly arrogant. His hawk-like eyes sized Ning Chuan up, then suddenly noticed Xiao Lian behind him.

His eyes immediately lit up.

"What a pretty little chick. Tsk, tsk, us brothers are in for a treat tonight!"

The bald man swallowed hard, tucked his twin axes into his belt, and reached toward Xiao Lian with both large hands.

"Little chick, you belong to me now!"

"As long as you follow me, I guarantee you'll feel good every hour of every day—good by day, good by night! Hahahaha...!"

A lecherous expression appeared on the bald man's face. In his heart, he had already imagined one hundred and eight different positions.

Just as his hand passed Ning Chuan and reached for Xiao Lian,

Ning Chuan grabbed the bald man's wrist and gave it a slight squeeze, crushing the bones in his wrist to powder.

"Aah!"

The bald man screamed in heart-rending agony.

His wrist was still in Ning Chuan's grasp. The piercing pain assaulted his brain, leaving him too frightened to move.

"Ah, you little bastard, let go of me! Let go of me!"

"Let go of Boss Zhao!"

The bandits nearby were greatly alarmed and shouted in fury together, though their hearts were pounding like drums as they put on a show of bravado.

Some quick-witted bandits had already turned and sprinted up the mountain to call for reinforcements.

Boss Zhao was the strongest among them, yet he had been subdued in a single exchange by a mere face-to-face encounter. They instantly lost the courage to resist.

Seeing that the bald man was in his grip yet still dared to spew filthy words, Ning Chuan kicked him flying. The moment he hit the ground, he died, turning into Attribute Points.

"Run! The Great Demon King is here!"

"Go call Old Ghost!"

The remaining bandits were all martial artists. Seeing Ning Chuan's terrifying strength and knowing he could not be fought head-on, they immediately thought of the rumors about the Great Demon King.

They fled in terror, desperately racing up the mountain.

"Wife, let's follow them!"

Ning Chuan wrapped an arm around Xiao Lian, unfolded the Big Dipper Seven Stars Step, and chased the bandits up the mountain.

"Help! The Great Demon King is here!"

The bandits in front fled for their lives while Ning Chuan and Xiao Lian followed behind at an unhurried pace.

The scenery on either side flew backward. The bandits ahead screamed and shouted, and before long, they had reached a spot not far from the mountainside plaza.

Hearing the cries outside, the bandits in the main hall all rushed out in a great wave.

"We struck it rich, we struck it rich! So many Attribute Points!"

"There are several hundred of them, and every one is a martial artist!"

Most of these martial artists were Eighth Grade Martial Masters. There were dozens of Seventh Rank Great Martial Masters, and even Martial Arts Sixth Rank Grandmasters among them.

"It seems these are the upper ranks of the six bandit forces, all gathered together. Perfect—wipe them out in one fell swoop!"

The martial artists who had fled madly up from the foot of the mountain were just about to escape into the plaza and join the bandits on the mountain.

Suddenly, blood blossoms burst from their chests. Their vision went black, and they fell to the ground in unison.

"Bold!"

"Beast, stop!"

The bandit higher-ups who had emerged from the main hall were enraged. They saw figures darting through the plaza, and within a few leaps, Ning Chuan had already been surrounded.

"Boy, who are you? How dare you kill people at Ghost Cry Ridge?"

"No matter who you are, you must die. Your entire family must die too!"

A hook-nosed old man stepped out from the crowd and coldly shouted a rebuke.

He looked ready to attack the moment another word went wrong.

This man was a Martial Arts Sixth Rank Grandmaster, the Third Boss of Ghost Cry Ridge, the strongest martial artist present and the only Sixth Rank Martial Arts Grandmaster.

"Aren't you here to slaughter demons? I am the murderous demon king Ning Chuan you people have been talking about—Ning Chuan, Squad Leader of the Imperial Guard!"

Ning Chuan said mockingly.

"Step, step, step..."

Upon hearing Ning Chuan's name, the hook-nosed old man hurriedly staggered back several steps.

The other bandits were horrified and quickly retreated as well. The encirclement instantly expanded by a third.

The news about Ning Chuan was far too terrifying. No one dared joke around with their own life.

The hook-nosed old man hurriedly steadied himself, then examined Ning Chuan more closely, unable to help feeling suspicious.

"Young in years, handsome and refined, quiet and elegant—there isn't the slightest trace of true qi flowing from his body. How could he possibly be Demon King Ning Chuan!"

"You really are Ning Chuan?"

The hook-nosed old man shouted, amplifying his voice with true qi. The name Ning Chuan rumbled and echoed through the air.

He wanted Old Ghost to hear him and come forth.

"Mom! Great Demon King Ning is here!

Old Ghost, hurry up and come slaughter the demon!"

Unable to see through Ning Chuan's strength, the hook-nosed old man was filled with fear.

"Could he be a Fifth Rank Great Grandmaster?!"