Susanoo in the Wrong Scene

"This young master looks unfamiliar—surely this is your first time visiting us?"

Just as Xiao Han stepped into the pleasure quarter Yan Chixia had mentioned, a heavily made-up Madam greeted him.

The Madam beamed, peppering Xiao Han with questions. With a wave of her hand, a crowd of young beauties swarmed forward.

No wonder—Xiao Han's Tight Clothes alone marked him as no ordinary man. Young and bearing such an extraordinary aura, even if he wasn't a noble's son, he must be the heir of some wealthy merchant.

Watching the flock of chirping women close in, Xiao Han's lips curled slightly.

On the surface, these courtesans were all striking. But when Xiao Han probed with his Soul Power, he found their spirits as stagnant as dead water, utterly devoid of self.

Their self-awareness had long been ground away, leaving only the instinct to seduce men and drain their Essence Blood. Though they now smiled like flowers and chattered like cheerful birds, inside they were rotten to the core—nothing more than puppets under someone's control.

Xiao Han swept his Soul Power across the brothel, sensing a crowd of dissolute playboys indulging in pleasure. Most were scholars. In ancient times, these refined men were known for their romantic escapades, often leaving behind tales of their visits to such places.

"Hmph! A bunch of trash—about to be sucked dry and still not satisfied. They'll die on a woman's belly sooner or later!"

Yan Chixia's disgusted voice rang out in Xiao Han's mind. Xiao Han gave a helpless smile. The Divine Sense he'd left on Yan Chixia via the Divided Spirit Technique for communication had apparently been turned into a phone line.

"Hero Yan, we agreed to stick to the plan. Don't do anything rash."

"I know, I know!"

Yan Chixia's impatient voice echoed again. Xiao Han shook his head, then smiled at the Madam. "I wish to meet your master behind the scenes. Could you arrange an introduction?"

"Oh, dear young master, our master is like a dragon—you see its head but not its tail. Even I rarely catch a glimpse of him."

The Madam flustered briefly at Xiao Han's words, but quickly plastered on a warm, ingratiating smile. With Xiao Han's perception, how could he miss it?

"Enough. I've come in good faith to pay respects to the master of this place." Xiao Han released a faint trace of Demonic Qi—barely perceptible—but that single wisp made the Madam's face shift dramatically.

She bowed to Xiao Han with reverence, then ushered him into the most luxurious room. Bowing again like the lowliest servant, she withdrew.

Xiao Han sat on the room's Wooden Chair, closing his eyes to rest. As for the pot of fragrant tea the Madam had brewed, he dared not touch a drop. His Soul Power swept the room—and sure enough, invisible, odorless Powdered Medicine coated every surface.

Even if it wasn't poison, it was a terrifying narcotic!

With a flick of his finger, Demonic Flame surged from his body, burning every trace of the powder to nothing.

Clap! Clap! Clap!

As Xiao Han withdrew his Demonic Flame, the Madam returned with three men in tow.

"Fellow Daoist, your methods are truly impressive."

Xiao Han looked up. Before him stood three tall, gaunt, fair-skinned scholars. All wore Silk and Satin, appearing refined and cultured, the very image of romantic talents.

If not for the Immovable King Mantra Xiao Han cultivated sensing the overwhelming resentment and the swarm of Wrathful Ghosts lurking around them, he might have taken them for ordinary scholars.

"Heh, just a few tricks. Nothing worth mentioning."

Xiao Han stood and clasped his hands toward the three. "I hear you three are the Spokespersons of this area. Xiao passes through and has come to pay respects."

"Spokesperson is too grand a title. May I ask what brings Fellow Daoist here?" The leading scholar fanned himself with a folding fan, smiling.

"To be honest, I do have a favor to ask."

Xiao Han smiled sheepishly, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Oh? Fellow Daoist gets straight to the point."

The leading scholar chuckled. "Speak freely. But whether we three brothers help you depends on what compensation you can offer."

"Easy enough."

Xiao Han stepped forward with a grin, scanning his surroundings. Once certain of a few things, his face twisted into a sinister expression.

"To be honest, what I want is..."

Boom!!!

"...YOUR LIVES!!!"

The Demon Armor Xiao Han had forcibly suppressed burst open in an instant. A terrifying wave of Demonic Qi surged forth, and boundless Demonic Might dyed the clouds for a hundred li pitch-black, as if the apocalypse had arrived.

Overwhelming killing intent crashed down like a tidal wave, bearing down on the three Demonic Cultivators before him.

The three Demonic Cultivators' faces changed. Their hands flew into Forming Seals, and a massive Magic Incantation array centered on the brothel activated instantly. As they raised the formation, Xiao Han's Demonic Qi was partially blocked.

Unfazed by the resistance, Xiao Han's hands moved swiftly, forming seals as he chanted: "Wind, rain, thunder, lightning—haste as the decree! Heavenly Thunder, summon!"

As the incantation ended, the Demonic Qi clouds above were torn open by the summoned Lightning Technique thunderclouds!

Lightning churned in the sky. Dragons of thunder intertwined, roaring as the thunderclouds, fueled by the demon clouds, steadily built their World-Destroying Divine Might.

The three Demonic Cultivators saw this and acted fast. Their hands formed seals, and in an instant, the formation drained every patron in the brothel of their Essence Blood, blasting them into a Blood Mist.

Then came an unintelligible chant. Xiao Han wasn't foolish enough to let them finish a big move. He pressed his five fingers together, commanding the thunder dragons to merge into a colossal Thunderous Giant Palm descending from the heavens, like the wrath of Thor himself, crashing down to the ground.

But the three Demonic Cultivators were decisive. Seeing the Thunderous Giant Palm about to strike, they slammed their palms into their chests, forcing out ninety percent of their Essence Blood as a sacrifice to accelerate some ritual.

At the same time, the lead Demonic Cultivator controlled hundreds of girls refined into Sex Puppets, placing them in the path of the Thunderous Giant Palm.

Yet Xiao Han had long known these seemingly living girls were already walking corpses.

Rather than letting them exist as mere tools for draining men's Essence Blood, living like monsters without dignity, it was better to destroy their bodies and grant them true release.

"Poor girls... be free..."

Boom!!!

The Thunderous Giant Palm instantly blasted all the Sex Puppets blocking the way into dust, but it correspondingly drained Xiao Han's strength.

To condense this Thunderous Giant Palm, Xiao Han had not only summoned the Demon Armor to enhance his own power but also drained all of his Zhenyuan and Magical Power in an instant.

Launching a powerful attack came at a cost!

Although Xiao Han frantically ran the Swallowing Spirit Technique to devour the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, it was still insufficient for his nearly depleted Zhenyuan! So Xiao Han took out a bottle of the finest Second Grade Qi Returning Pills from his Storage Ring and poured them into his mouth like pouring beans.

The pills melted upon entering his mouth, smoother than even Dove chocolate. Xiao Han quickly dissolved the medicinal power and then shouted at the sky.

"Hero Yan! Save me!!!"

Just as Xiao Han cried for help, the three Demonic Cultivators also unleashed their strongest techniques. Within the formation shrouding the three Demonic Cultivators, a massive Demon God Phantom appeared.

The Demon God Phantom stood five zhang tall, with a pair of ox horns on its head, a body entirely Crimson Red, three heads and six arms, and eight legs, all hooves, each arm wielding a peerless deadly weapon!

The Demon God Phantom firmly shielded the three Demonic Cultivators within, and no matter how Xiao Han's Thunderous Giant Palm hammered at it, it couldn't budge an inch!

Such a turn of events left Xiao Han dumbfounded, and he couldn't help but curse.

"Fuck! Isn't this thing just Susanoo?!!"

A chill ran through Xiao Han's heart, and he quickly dispersed the Heavenly Thunder Lightning Technique, retreating at top speed!

Rumble!!!

The next moment, the Demon God Phantom slashed down with its blade, carving a thirty-meter-long giant scar into the ground. The entire brothel exploded from that single strike, sending rubble flying!

Xiao Han pressed off with his foot, unhesitatingly summoning the Purple Cloud Wings to shoot into the sky. The next instant, a massive fist wind hurtled toward him.

The giant fist versus the tiny Xiao Han—the outcome seemed already decided.

But with the Demon Armor attached, Xiao Han's overall power surged by a Major Level.

Intent on testing his strength, Xiao Han took a Deep breath, mobilized all his power, and unleashed the full force of his physical body, amplified to a Dou Grandmaster of the second star.

"Eight! Extremes! Collapse!"

His fist, wrapped in the Demon Armor, slammed heavily into the Demon God Phantom's Crimson Red giant fist.

"Break for me!"

Xiao Han gritted his teeth, and a power comparable to a Dou Ling exploded from his fist!

The moment it collided with the Crimson Red giant fist, a massive shockwave surged outward, flinging Xiao Han's body back over ten meters before he stabilized midair with the Purple Cloud Wings.

That fist, laughably tiny, had actually forced the Demon God's giant fist back in this head-on clash, and a powerful hidden force was driven into the Demon God's arm.

"Burst!"

Xiao Han smirked coldly, lightly clenching his hand toward the repelled Demon God arm. With the eruption of the Eight Extremes Collapse's hidden force, the arm was swiftly crippled!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Countless sword cries wove together, as if playing a Song of the Mortal Realm Sword!

At the same time, streak after streak of golden sword light surrounded the entire formation. Countless flying swords filled the sky, forming a massive Golden Sword Dragon!

A terrifyingly extreme sword intent pierced through the Demon God Phantom, freezing it in place, leaving it only able to roar in fury.

This was none other than Yan Chixia's full-strength power—a Sword Formation driven by the Myriad Swords Technique!

Looking at the despair on the faces of the three within the Demon God Phantom, Xiao Han chuckled. "You three little brats, your end is nigh!"