"That's right. The moment I stepped into the Demon Venerable Pavilion, your death was already sealed."
Bzzz! Bzzz! Bzzz!
Killing intent surged.
Three black lotuses slowly appeared above Zhang Sheng's head.
Two were fairly solid, while the remaining one was still somewhat illusory.
It would take some time before it could fully manifest.
Then he would reach the threefold summit.
Rustle...
Rustle...
Soft footsteps sounded as he climbed the stairs. The sword on his back flew out and circled him.
It radiated a terrifying murderous aura.
One step, two steps, three steps...
There were nine steps beneath the throne.
He ascended them one by one.
Closer and closer.
Excitement surged through him. He could almost see the moment the demon died beneath his sword, could almost see the terror on the demon's face.
But the next moment...
He saw the Demon Venerable wave his hand, sending a blast of astral wind surging toward the top of the Demon Venerable Pavilion.
Clang!
Clang!
Clang!
The resounding toll swept through the great hall and across the entire Demon Cult, as though it could engulf everything.
The bell rang like the thunder that woke insects from their winter slumber, rolling peal after peal.
It was enough to tear through the darkness and awaken everyone.
The instant he heard that toll, Zhang Sheng froze in place. Disbelief filled his face as he stared fixedly at Fang Yang.
Even his voice began to tremble.
"D-demon, how dare you ring the Bell of All Life? Aren't you afraid all this commotion will draw your other enemies here?"
In the darkness, Fang Yang abruptly turned and sat directly on the throne.
He waved his hand.
Creak! Creak!
The doors, weighing a thousand pounds, slowly opened.
For the first time in over a decade, the magnificent Demon Venerable Pavilion saw the light.
It welcomed enemies from every direction!
Clad in his python-patterned robe, Fang Yang looked like a true king. Darkness was his crown, and the tolling bell was his coronation ceremony.
Under Zhang Sheng's horrified gaze, the corners of his mouth rose into a cruel smile.
"Sorry, my only complaint is that this commotion isn't loud enough!"
Just as Zhang Sheng had said, the moment the Bell of All Life rang, its toll swept across the entire Demon Cult.
Countless people widened their eyes in disbelief.
"Why is the Bell of All Life ringing? What happened?"
"When the Bell of All Life rings, every cult member must go to the Demon Venerable Pavilion. Hurry! Otherwise, your wives and mothers won't be safe!"
"Something's happened. The Demon Cult is definitely about to undergo a massive upheaval."
"..."
Everyone cried out in alarm, storm-tossed waves rising in their hearts. Not daring to hesitate, they all rushed toward the Demon Venerable Pavilion.
Today, the Blood Rain Cult was destined to face rising winds and surging clouds.
Inside a cave strewn with white bones in the Demon Cult.
The old man who had worn the bone necklace earlier frowned upon hearing the bell.
"Why would the Bell of All Life ring? Did Zhang Sheng test the demon and discover he's gravely injured, so now he's calling us over? No! I have to hurry there! That demon must die today!"
With that, he shot outside with a thunderous boom.
In another courtyard not far from the old man's cave.
The married couple from earlier also heard the Bell of All Life.
The man's expression was grim.
His wife, however, wore a radiant smile.
"It looks like the drug I put on the Sword Canon took effect. After lying low for so many years, I can finally complete my mission."
The Inner Court, the outer court, the rear mountain...
At that moment, people throughout the Demon Cult were rushing toward the Demon Venerable Pavilion.
Their eyes flickered, brimming with killing intent.
They seemed to be preparing for a slaughter.
Listening Sword Courtyard!
Ye Qinghong's face was deathly pale.
Always as cold as frost, unmoved by anything around him, he now looked somewhat exhausted.
There was no helping it. His inner demon arrived every night without fail.
And his sword heart kept shattering.
Under such circumstances, it was already remarkable that he had managed to hold on this long.
Just then.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The bell rang. The resounding toll of the Bell of All Life made his expression change. Without any hesitation, he instantly became a streak of light and flew toward the Demon Venerable Pavilion.
Parasol Tree Courtyard!
The Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King lay on the bed.
Her whole body felt weak and limp; she could not even move a finger.
Yet even so, she continued leafing through the Fox Enchantress Booklet, studying it intently.
From time to time, she even struck a pose or two, imitating its movements.
She took it extraordinarily seriously.
It was just then that she heard the resounding bell. Her misty brows knitted together as she spoke irritably.
"Why are they ringing a bell in broad daylight?"
"Ling'er, go find out what's going on."
"All right!"
The little girl quickly ran out.
A long time later, she hurried back.
She spoke anxiously.
"P-Princess Consort, I heard that demon suffered cultivation deviation and was badly injured. A lot of people are going to kill him now."
Smack!
The booklet in the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King's hands fell to the floor.
Her alluring phoenix eyes.
Were filled with confusion and panic!
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Chapter 25: He Can Only Die by My Hand
"The demon... is going to die?"
"How can he die so easily?"
The Princess Consort murmured, looking dazed. Bewilderment filled her breathtakingly beautiful profile.
For these past three years, she had been like a rotting wooden carving, devoid of any joy in life.
And the demon was a thorn lodged in her heart.
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