Demon Monarch Wu Jie

Three years ago, at only three years old, he had a billion Federation coins in pocket money that he simply couldn't spend.

Consequently, he had his teachers find him a team and invested a massive sum to develop a modded 5v5 competitive game—Douluo Glory.

As expected, once Douluo Glory went online, it swept through the Federation, and this year it even launched in the Star Luo and Dou Ling regions, opening overseas servers.

As a hero in Douluo Glory who possessed both beauty and strength, Qian Renxue had remained at the top of the popularity charts for years.

Since the game's launch, relying on his superior mechanics and some official privileges, he had firmly held the throne as the Federation's number one Qian Renxue under the ID "Five-Year-Old Genius Jungler."

That was until a year ago, when the newly emerged second-ranked Federation Qian Renxue, "Praying for Snow in Shangling," began to challenge him, publicly accusing him of hacking on the forums.

Although he had been slandered, An Lan wasn't the type to ban people's accounts on a whim, so the two agreed to a duel in-game.

The two became friends through their rivalry, and after several bouts, they gradually grew familiar with each other.

Feeling that the ID "Praying for Snow in Shangling" wasn't suited for jungling, he recommended she play the mid-lane Meng Hongchen instead.

From then on, with one in the jungle and one in the mid-lane, the two often duo-queued to climb the ranks.

It wasn't until three months ago that he learned his skilled gaming partner, "Praying for Snow in Shangling," was actually Yuanen Yehui.

Both lived in Shangling City, not far apart, so the two little brats, neither yet six years old, had a magnificent face-to-face meeting.

That was the entire story of how he and Yuanen Yehui came to know each other.

After sending a message to Yuanen Yehui, An Lan dialed a number to have someone come up and clean up the "mess."

He would have to remind his two masters next time that windows could be opened; there was really no need to be so rough.

Elsewhere, deep in the mountains where the Yuanen Family lived in seclusion.

"Roar—"

High in the sky, a slender figure clutched her head and shrieked.

With demon horns sprouting from her head and fallen wings growing from her back, her long, wine-red hair was completely dyed by the power of her Fallen Angel martial soul, turning into an eerie dark purple as she radiated a dense aura of darkness.

Dark energy, thick as if it were physical, surged madly into her body.

In just a moment, she had completely shed her original appearance.

Her body swelled several times over, and madness and violence churned within her deep purple eyes.

Desire, slaughter, sinking, destruction, corruption... all sorts of negative emotions poured out like a tsunami, sweeping across the entire mountain forest.

Finally, her ninth soul ring slowly condensed into shape, all nine soul rings stained a suffocating purple-black.

"Darkness shall eventually descend; only in falling can one find freedom!"

Having completely corrupted into a Fallen Angel, Yuanen Yehui's ninth soul ring suddenly erupted with blinding black light, and her ninth soul skill was unleashed with ferocity.

Ninth Soul Skill, Demon Portal! A gateway to the Demon Plane!

The light gate was three zhang high at its inception, and as the power solidified, it instantly transformed into a giant portal twenty meters high and fifteen meters wide.

The surrounding space twisted and vibrated violently; the plane's will frantically repelled the otherworldly power, only to be neutralized one by one by the purple light pouring from the gate.

That purple light was not only canceling out the repulsion of the plane's power but was also continuously injecting itself into Yuanen Yehui's body, madly elevating her strength.

"Roar!"

Yuanen Yehui roared at the sky again, her body expanding once more, instantly transforming into a demon ten meters tall.

She swung her hands violently toward the light gate, and nine giant demon doors boomed open, with deep, majestic roars rolling out from behind them:

"Descend, my Demon Monarch army!"

"Hehehehe..."

"Demons shall rule the world!"

Hellhounds, Demon Men, Flying Demons... countless hideous demons surged from the gate, numbering over ten thousand in mere moments.

The teleportation gate became visibly translucent due to the excessive energy consumption.

Just then, nine ten-meter-tall Great Demons with giant wings stepped out, using their own power to stabilize the nine passage gates.

More demons swarmed out: Imps skilled in dark magic, Nightmare Ram-Horn Demons with pitch-black bodies and feet treading in flames...

A vast and mighty Demon Monarch army was thus formed.

Finally, the nine illusory light gates suddenly merged into one, transforming into an even more magnificent giant portal.

A figure as thin as a withered branch slowly walked out from behind the door.

He was draped in a dark, tattered robe, his body wreathed in thick shadow energy, his face hidden beneath a hood, revealing only a pair of eyes glowing with a cold, ghostly green light.

Demon Monarch Wu Jie, holding a twisted staff carved with eerie patterns, unleashed a terrifying pressure that reigned over all other demons.

It was the bloodline suppression unique to a Demon Monarch.

"The great Demon Monarch—Wu Jie, has descended!"

A hoarse, chilling voice, as if from the Nine Nether Abyss, echoed through the heavens and earth. Countless demons present prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to make the slightest move.

"Demon Monarch army, conquer this world!"

"Attack!"

With the bloodline suppression of the Demon Monarch gone, the countless demons present instantly boiled over in a frenzy.

"Gah-gah-gah..."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Humans, the scent of fresh flesh!"

Under the command of Wu Jie, a Shadow Demon General shrouded in black robes and black mist suddenly locked its gaze onto a fleeing human woman.

It was the second aunt of Yuanen Yehui.

Before Yuanen Yehui had fallen and lost control, she had exhausted her last shred of sanity to distance herself from the family grounds, yet unexpectedly, she had run headlong into her aunt, who was returning from the Spirit Ascension Platform.

A large swarm of Flying Demon screeched as they gave chase. Her two-word Battle Armor Master gear instantly manifested, and though she dodged and weaved, she remained trapped within layers of demon encirclement.

The second aunt of Yuanen Yehui possessed the cultivation of a Spirit Douluo, yet under the tide-like siege of the demons, she remained in constant peril.

Just as her soul power was exhausted and she was on the verge of death, two powerful auras tore through the air.

Both were three-word Battle Armor Master experts, and the cultivation of one had even reached the level of a rank 95 Super Douluo.

"No—"

"Sister-in-law!"

Both men roared in unison.

Yuanen Tianshang's eyes were split with rage. He was locked in a life-or-death struggle, pinned down by a Super Douluo-level Great Demon, and could only watch helplessly as his wife perished.

The moment the demon passage opened, Yuanen Zhentian had sensed the disturbance and immediately led all the family's experts above the Title Douluo level to rush toward the source of the aura.

Unfortunately, they were one step too late.

Wu Jie and its demon legion had already fully descended.

The experts of the Yuanen Family clashed with the demon legion, and the family's Spirit Sage and Spirit Douluo-level powerhouses arrived one after another to join the fray.

The flames of war swept across the entire mountain range; trees collapsed, rocks shattered, and outside the family grounds, blood flowed like a river.

Yuanen Tianshang was consumed by worry for his wife. Thinking of how she had just returned from the Spirit Pagoda, a sense of dread filled his heart, and he charged out of the mountains regardless of the danger.

Seeing his younger brother charging in alone, Yuanen Tiandang was filled with concern and immediately gave chase.

This led to the scene before them.

"Die—"

Yuanen Tiandang roared, unleashing his full soul power. His ninth soul skill blasted a Demon Commander surrounding him into a mist of blood on the spot, but another Shadow War General teleported away, narrowly dodging his lethal blow.

His heart was filled with both agony and guilt. This was not the first time Yuanen Yehui had lost control, and although he hadn't found her, he had guessed the source of the catastrophe the moment he saw the demons.

If his sister-in-law had perished because of his niece's loss of control, how could he face his brother?

With so many clansmen suffering this unprovoked disaster, how could he answer to their families?