"He may be more handsome and charming than me, but don't forget how brutal that fiend is. How many people have died inside the Demon Venerable Pavilion over the years? Are you sure you can endure his torment?"
"..."
At those words, Huang Fuling fell silent too, the light in her eyes gradually dimming.
Until it vanished entirely.
Yuan Heng caught this scene perfectly. He snorted, feeling he had won back some ground.
Even the top of his head felt a little cooler, no longer as though he were wearing a cuckold's cap.
Zhang Sheng was utterly dead.
Black threads emerged from his body one after another and burrowed underground.
They resembled withered vines, giving off waves of foul stench.
Fang Yang snorted, his eyes filled with indifference.
Only then did he feel much better.
He was now Demon Venerable Fang Yang, and Demon Venerable Fang Yang was him. The two had long since become one.
Yet Zhang Sheng had actually tried to buy his life with a basic cultivation manual. He deserved death and then some!
The traitor had died, and the fiend had awakened.
Everyone in the Demon Cult knew that today's affair was probably over, and they were about to leave.
Buzzz!
The Dharma Body continued to tremble!
Fang Yang extended his hand, and the Dharma Body stretched out a giant ethereal hand, plucking several Demon Cult followers from the crowd.
It simply held them in its palm.
The cultists turned deathly pale, trembling all over in terror.
They were none other than Zhang Sheng's subordinates, links in that chain of successive subcontracting.
When Fang Yang had handed over the Soul-Suppressing Stone earlier, it had contained a trace of the Profound Heaven Strategy's aura. That aura was so well concealed that no one could detect it.
But once someone touched it, the aura would cling to them.
Allowing Fang Yang to detect them.
This was how to cut down the weeds and pull out their roots!
"Demon Venerable, spare us! We're innocent!"
"We'll never dare do it again! Please give us another chance!"
"..."
Terrified, they wept bitterly and pleaded desperately.
All they received in return was Fang Yang's icy gaze.
Then he clenched his hand hard.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The sounds of bodies bursting rang out, flesh and blood spraying everywhere.
Another wave of screams came from outside the Demon Venerable Pavilion. All of Zhang Sheng's disciples were dead.
"Zhang Sheng defied his superior and dared challenge my authority. These disciples of his were jackals in league with a wolf, and deserved death! Do any of you object?"
Atop the Bell of All Life, Fang Yang spoke coldly.
His voice carried in every direction.
"..."
No one answered. Everyone was deathly pale.
Every last one of them was terrified beyond measure.
They did not even dare say another word, much less argue.
Just then, Fang Yang struck again. Curling his hand, he reached for Protector Yuan Heng.
Yuan Heng was an expert in the great grandmaster realm, yet under that grasp, he had no chance to resist.
Fang Yang seized him and brought him straight before him.
Then he extended a finger and pressed it between Yuan Heng's brows.
Rumble!
Astral wind rippled as a terrifying aura pierced his body, savagely tearing at his flesh.
A moment later, the three lotuses above his head began to wither.
One, two, three...
The lotuses withered completely.
And fell to the ground.
His aura rapidly weakened as well. He spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly gravely injured, and actually fell from the great grandmaster realm to the grandmaster realm.
Bang!
With a wave of his hand, Fang Yang hurled him away.
He slammed hard onto the bluestone paving in front of the Demon Venerable Pavilion.
Fang Yang said coldly.
"As a protector, you stood by during a rebellion instead of defending me. Do you accept your punishment?"
Yuan Heng lowered his head and gritted his teeth. Though he was suffocating with resentment, he did not dare resist in the slightest.
He could only answer humbly.
"This subordinate accepts wholeheartedly!"
"Hmph!"
Fang Yang snorted coldly and reached out once more, seizing Huang Fuling as well.
He was just about to repeat the process and strip away the three lotuses above her head.
When Huang Fuling suddenly spoke in a sultry voice.
"Please be gentle with me, Demon Venerable..."
Chapter 30: This Is the Demon Cult!
"???"
Those sugary words made Fang Yang's lips twitch, his face clouding with exasperation.
Only when he looked up did he notice her gazing languidly at him, her eyes full of plaintive longing, her crimson lips tightly bitten.
She looked ready for him to pluck at his pleasure.
Her snug, figure-hugging dress even gave off a faint fragrance that stirred the heart.
Was this the Demon Cult or a brothel?
This was bad!
Spring Passion Hall had corrupted the whole atmosphere!
Fang Yang could not help grumbling inwardly. Without the slightest hesitation, he extended a finger and pressed it between her brows as well.
The three lotuses above Huang Fuling's head swiftly dimmed, and her cultivation fell to the grandmaster stage.
For some reason, though, Fang Yang felt that when he extended his finger, her crimson lips seemed to part slightly.
As though she wanted to take his finger into her mouth.
An illusion! It had to be an illusion!
He shook his head, waved his hand, and hurled her hard to the ground below the Demon Venerable Pavilion, saying coldly.
"Your offense is the same as his, so you receive the same punishment. Do you accept it wholeheartedly?"
"I accept it with my mouth..."
Huang Fuling spoke plaintively, her eyes shimmering.
Yuan Heng had been struggling to hold himself together, but upon hearing his wife's words, rage surged through his heart, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He nearly fainted on the spot.
"You shameless vixen!"
Princess Consort'er had been watching all along. Naturally, she saw their little gestures and could not help spitting out the insult.
She glared fiercely at Fang Yang, who hovered in the air. Huang Fuling had left him utterly speechless too. With a cold snort, he turned his gaze toward White Bone Elder.
The Dharma Body moved again, casually scooping White Bone Elder into its palm.
Fang Yang thrust out a finger!
He effortlessly stripped away the three lotuses above White Bone Elder's head and flung him straight to the ground.
White Bone Elder's aura weakened. He struggled to climb to his feet, boundless hatred welling up within him.
So close!
He had been so close to killing this fiend once and for all.
He had never expected all his efforts to fall short at the final hurdle.
As long as he killed this fiend, he could use the treasure he carried to conceal the fiend's aura.
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