That would greatly raise his cultivation, giving him a chance to enter the Dharmakaya Realm.
But he had never imagined that the fiend would be so cunning, that all of this would turn out to be a deception.
If that venomous woman Huang Fuling had not sent Zhang Sheng to his death to test the waters, he might have died too.
But that was fine. As long as the green hills remained, there would be no shortage of firewood.
This fiend was arrogant and conceited. Since he had failed to kill him this time, he would keep enduring until he found the perfect opportunity.
Then he would cut this fiend down!
He gritted his teeth, a wild gleam flickering in his eyes.
He could barely suppress the killing intent in his gaze.
"Do you submit?"
That cold voice came down from high above the heavens once more. The White Bone Elder drew a deep breath, hunched his back, and put on a fawning smile.
"This old servant swears loyalty to the Demon Venerable unto death. Of course I submit."
His humble voice was craven to the extreme. After saying this, the White Bone Elder began waiting for the fiend to let him leave.
Just as before!
The Demon Venerable had become renowned throughout the world for his arrogance, but that same arrogance would ultimately be his death.
And he would be the one to slay the fiend with his own hands!
At the thought of that scene, he trembled with excitement, as though he could already see the fiend dying at his hands.
But the next moment...
He suddenly felt an enormous shadow appear overhead, blotting out the sunlight.
At the same time, a bone-deep chill enveloped him.
It was as though Yama were knocking at his door.
When he raised his head, he met a pair of eyes, deep and icy.
They stared coldly at him. It was the fiend himself!
Wh... what was going on?
His heart lurched, and he instinctively sensed that something was wrong.
He even began to feel afraid.
Before he could react, the fiend extended his hand and scooped forward.
The Dharma Body moved.
Like an all-encompassing net cast across heaven and earth, it enveloped him.
As though seizing the lowliest insect, it caught him and brought him before Fang Yang.
"D-Demon Venerable, what are you doing?"
He asked shakily, utterly unable to understand what was happening.
Fang Yang merely studied him without a word.
Then the corners of his mouth suddenly lifted into a radiant smile.
"You want to kill me?"
"No, absolutely not! This old servant is your most loyal dog. How could I dare disrespect you?"
The White Bone Elder shuddered, his heart jolting.
Still, he offered a thoroughly humble explanation.
"No! You do want to kill me! I was wondering earlier how Zhang Sheng could dare ambush me all by himself. Now it seems you must have been his accomplice."
Fang Yang was still smiling.
But his Dharma Body grew increasingly sinister and cold, and the force in its hand steadily increased.
Crack! Crack!
The sound of breaking bones rang out.
Blood flowed, staining his robes red.
The piercing pain twisted the White Bone Elder's face into a hideous grimace. He convulsed in agony, yet continued pleading desperately.
"Demon Venerable, this old servant has been wronged! I truly am utterly loyal to you. Please see the truth!"
"..."
Fang Yang could no longer be bothered to listen.
The Profound Heaven Strategy was exceptionally sensitive to auras. Just now, he had clearly sensed a cold, sinister killing intent emanating from the man.
No matter how carefully the man concealed that killing intent, it could not escape his detection.
Therefore, this old scoundrel had to die.
His hand kept tightening.
The bones in the White Bone Elder's body snapped one after another, and his suffering grew ever more apparent.
He was nearly at his limit.
By now, even a fool would have realized that pleading was useless and would only hasten his death.
So he gritted his teeth and roared at the top of his lungs.
"Fiend, you can't kill me! You have no evidence that I colluded with Zhang Sheng! Yes! You have no evidence!"
He roared, nearly crazed.
Fang Yang merely shook his head and chuckled, as though he had heard the greatest joke in the world.
"You seem to have misunderstood. This is the Demon Cult, not a government office! The Demon Cult doesn't concern itself with evidence!"
"We concern ourselves only with following our desires!"
With that, Fang Yang did not hesitate. A cold gleam flashed in his eyes, and he clenched his hand hard!
Bang!
Another rain of blood fell from the sky.
The White Bone Elder, once an imposing figure in the martial world, was crushed to pieces by Fang Yang just like that.
He died on the spot!
Dust to dust, earth to earth.
His end could hardly have been more wretched!
Heaven and earth were utterly still.
Blood lay everywhere outside the Demon Venerable Tower, its thick stench almost enough to drive people to collapse.
Everyone trembled with fear as they looked up at the figure overhead, their eyes filled with terror, as though beholding the most horrifying fiend of all.
Fang Yang had intended to float back into the Demon Venerable Pavilion.
But then his peripheral vision swept over Ye Qinghong.
An idea formed in his mind.
He could no longer suppress it!
The Demon Venerable Peak Experience Card lasted only ten minutes.
Rather than let these people test him again and again, he might as well leave a lasting impression and stamp out any thought of testing him.
With that thought, he clenched his hand, shattering another card in his grasp.
It was the Ye Qinghong card!
The instant the card shattered, Ye Qinghong gave a muffled grunt, an odd expression crossing his face.
Chapter 31: The Princess Consort Who Doubted Herself
"Why did it feel as though something was drawn out of my body?"
Ye Qinghong frowned.
With his glazed sword heart, he possessed minutely precise control over his own body.
Although that hollow sense of loss had lasted only an instant, he had still noticed it.
Just as he puzzled over it, a gust of wind suddenly swept past the Demon Venerable Tower.
Under everyone's gaze, Fang Yang reached forward, his black robes fluttering.
"Let me borrow your sword!"
A cold shout rang out.
Whoosh!
The Azure Shadow Sword on Ye Qinghong's back inexplicably left its sheath, turned into a streak of light, and flew straight into Fang Yang's hand.
Ye Qinghong possessed a swordborn physique!
After being nurtured by him for so long, his sword had long since developed its own spiritual awareness. Now, grasped by an unfamiliar man,
it felt as though it were being sullied. It immediately buzzed and struggled violently, trying to break free of Fang Yang's grip.
But in the end...
"Behave yourself!"
Fang Yang roared, and a vast surge of power erupted from his body, rushing toward the Azure Shadow Sword!
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The Azure Shadow Sword trembled incessantly.
The surge stunned it senseless on the spot.
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