Fu Disheng Falls to the Devil

Inside the Holy Son Palace, Voldemort's residence, a storm is raging.

"Bang! Crash!"

Exquisite pottery pieces were tossed high into the air, then mercilessly crashed to the ground, only to bounce up again and smash into the wall, instantly shattering into pieces.

Then, the tables and chairs were not spared either. Under Fu Shisheng's frenzied actions, they all made painful "creaking" sounds, and then broke apart and were smashed to pieces.

The series of sounds, mixed together, were like the mad roar of a wounded beast; the despair and anger seemed to threaten to completely overturn this small dwelling.

A short while later, the room was in complete disarray, with debris scattered everywhere, resembling a ruin.

The female disciple serving Fudisheng stood outside the door, her face as pale as paper, her body trembling, her eyes filled with panic and helplessness.

She had never seen Voldemort like this before. At this moment, he had completely lost his usual composure and demeanor, as if he were possessed by a demon and had completely lost his mind.

At this moment, Fu Disheng's face turned bright red, veins bulged on his forehead, and the ferocity and twisted look in his eyes was chilling.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, as if a burning rage was raging within him.

"Why? Why can't Hua Qiang be killed?"

He roared, his voice echoing in the small space, making people's eardrums ache.

"Spear Obsessive, such a powerful figure, was actually no match for him and even died at his hands."

"The Tie Futu, seeking revenge for his disciple, also met a tragic end."

"Supreme Elder Chen Yao personally took action, but unfortunately failed to take his life and instead lost his own."

"Even Tie Sihai, Half-Step Divine Realm and a renowned powerhouse on the Sacred Spirit Continent, died at his hands."

"Who the hell is that bastard? Why can't so many people beat him?"

Voldemort roared as he paced back and forth in the room, the broken porcelain shards under his feet crunching under his feet.

His hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, blood slowly flowing out, yet he was completely unaware.

"His beloved favors him greatly, the Sect Master accepted him as a disciple, and now he even serves as the Supreme Elder. This is practically climbing over Holy Son head."

"I Holy Son intended to kill him to vent my hatred, but now, how can I kill him, and how could I Holy Son kill him?"

As he spoke, Fudisheng's voice was already tinged with sobs, a deep sense of helplessness and resentment.

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled!"

He suddenly raised his head and shouted at the roof, looking as if he had truly gone mad.

He was completely consumed by the flames of jealousy and hatred, struggling and sinking in this endless darkness, unable to find even a glimmer of hope for liberation.

"What do I do?"

Voldemort was now both angry and terrified. Hua Qiang had stolen his beloved and had even cheated on him with her. He wished he could tear him apart and drink his blood.

But now Hua Qiang has killed the Sect Grand Elder, and they are worlds apart.

Once Hua Qiang finds out that he's been sabotaging him, dealing with him will be as easy as crushing an ant.

He is very worried that if the truth comes out, he will definitely be doomed.

No, we can't let Hua Qiang know about my secrets. Those who know the truth must disappear!

"I want power, I want to be strong, I want to kill Hua Qiang!"

At that moment, his desire for power grew wildly like weeds.

He needs a powerful force capable of destroying all obstacles, powerful enough to completely crush Hua Qiang and ensure that it never recovers.

Fu Disheng's eyes flickered, and a vicious glint flashed across his face, as if in that instant, his soul had been corrupted by this dark desire.

As if he had made up his mind, he took a deep breath and then strode quickly to the secret room at the back.

The room was dimly lit, filled with an old and decaying smell. He anxiously groped along the wall for a while, and his slender fingers finally touched a tiny protrusion—the location of a mechanism.

As he pressed down with force, a slight "clicking" sound rang out, and a hidden door slowly appeared on the wall. The inside of the door was deep and dark, as if it were the entrance to an endless Abyss.

Without the slightest hesitation, Voldemort resolutely stepped inside. The hidden door then closed behind him, completely isolating him from the outside light.

He proceeded cautiously through the narrow passage, where faint phosphorescent light flickered on the walls, illuminating his distorted face.

We passed through a tunnel that twisted and turned, seemingly without end.

The cold, damp air kept hitting him, causing his body to tremble slightly involuntarily, but this did not shake his determination to pursue greater power.

Finally, he entered a dark room again.

A deathly silence filled the dark room. Just then, a strange laugh suddenly rang out, like a sharp arrow piercing his eardrums, making his heart pound.

In a corner, suddenly, a thick fog spread and moved, rolling and twisting like a ghost, slowly condensing into shape.

Immediately afterwards, a figure dressed in a black robe and veiled with a black veil slowly appeared.

The figure in the black-robed man was completely covered by the robe, with only a pair of eyes that gleamed with a cold, eerie light, which sent chills down one's spine.

The black-robed man looked at Fu Disheng, his voice hoarse and sinister, as if it came from the depths of hell.

"Holy Son, what have you thought about it? If you want to become stronger, I can help you."

"I can make you stand at the pinnacle of humanity in the shortest amount of time, crushing everyone and making everyone grovel at your feet."

The voice seemed to possess a magical power, seeping into Fu Disheng's heart and constantly bewitching him.

Fu Disheng gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage, and a surge of hatred for Hua Qiang welled up within him.

He roared, "Fine, I'll fight you all! As long as it makes me stronger, as long as it allows me to destroy Hua Qiang, I'm willing to fight the Devil Race!"

At this moment, he completely abandoned his former self, selling his soul to the darkness, all for the powerful force he had always dreamed of.

Hehehe!

The black-robed man let out that chilling laugh again, "Very well, welcome to the party..."