Tang Chen Became an Otherworldly Demon, Shocking the Entire Continent!

The Five Great God Kings were like ants on a hot pan, able only to watch helplessly as Tang Chen went to draw the sword.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Douluo Continent.

On Cold Mountain Peak, where the Clear Sky Sect stood in the eastern Heaven Dou Empire.

The scene here was the complete opposite of the outside world!

Tang Xiao stood at the very front of the crowd, his eyes fixed so intently on the Sky Screen that he could not bear to blink.

"The Heavenly Emperor Sword..."

"That is a peerless divine weapon wielded by a Heavenly Emperor of the Great Thousand World!"

As he watched the translucent Crystal Long Sword radiating endless sacred light, waves of heat surged through his head.

"Our ancestor found it! Our ancestor really found a top-tier inheritance of the Great Thousand World!"

The Second Elder trembled with excitement. Leaning on his cane, he paced back and forth through the snow, his aged face flushed with wild joy.

"That fiend has been pinned there by the Heavenly Emperor for tens of thousands of years. He must be dead beyond any doubt."

"That divine sword is masterless now. It is only right that it should belong to our Clear Sky Sect!"

A middle-aged deacon beside him echoed his words, his face equally flushed.

"Once the former sect master draws the Heavenly Emperor Sword and expels the evil energy within him, his strength will surely climb another step beyond the hundred-foot pole."

"Perhaps our ancestor can use that divine sword to establish a new Clear Sky Sect in the Great Thousand World, or even reach that Heavenly Emperor's realm!"

In the eyes of these Clear Sky Sect leaders.

That so-called Nine Corpse Heavenly Demon Emperor was already nothing more than history.

The ruins of the Ancient Heavenly Palace were now an enormous treasure vault with its doors wide open.

They could not understand the complex sealing formation at all, nor could they sense the monstrous demonic presence hidden beneath that golden light.

All they saw was that glittering crystal sword.

They saw the hope of the Clear Sky Sect rising again and dominating the world.

"Pull it out! Ancestor, hurry and pull it out!"

The Third Elder shouted from the crowd, as though cheering Tang Chen on.

"Once we have that sword, what the hell will Spirit Hall's Qian Daoliu amount to!"

"Not only will we reclaim the title of Number One Sect Under Heaven, we will make the entire Douluo Continent tremble beneath the Clear Sky Sect's feet!"

The young direct-line disciples were swept up in the elders' emotions as well.

They waved their fists, sending up fervent cries in the freezing wind.

On this remote mountain peak, these Soul Masters, who had endured in silence for years, were dreaming their grand spring-and-autumn dream of ruling the universe.

Meanwhile, within the Sky Screen.

Under the Clear Sky Sect members' fervent anticipation, Tang Chen finally reached the edge of the ruined altar.

He raised his head and looked up at the "Heavenly Emperor" high above.

Then he drew a deep breath and tossed the enormous blood-colored hammer in his hand aside.

He extended his calloused hands, reaching little by little toward the hilt of the Crystal Long Sword embedded in the fiend's skull.

Within the Sky Screen, on the ruined plaza of the Ancient Heavenly Palace.

Tang Chen's eyes had long since filled with the red glow of greed. Panting heavily, he inched toward the edge of the floating altar.

The Crystal Long Sword that pierced the demonic body and radiated endless sacred light was within arm's reach.

Tang Chen stretched out his calloused hands and seized the Heavenly Emperor Sword's crystal hilt.

But at the very instant his palms touched the hilt.

"Hum!"

An ethereal sword cry suddenly rang out above the entire Abyss Plaza!

The Heavenly Emperor Sword possessed a spirit. This peerless divine weapon, which had accompanied the Heavenly Emperor into battle across the Great Thousand World and slain countless evil demons, possessed the supreme power to distinguish purity from corruption and perceive their very origins.

The moment it touched Tang Chen, it keenly sensed this human's weakness.

What repelled the Heavenly Emperor Sword even more was the filthy, evil aura actually entrenched within this human's body!

It was the evil energy of the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King!

To the Heavenly Emperor Sword, which existed expressly to suppress evil demons, such an aura was nothing short of unforgivable desecration.

"Boom!"

In an instant, a burst of sacred light erupted from the Crystal Long Sword.

Carrying an incomparably fierce repulsive force, that light slammed into Tang Chen's chest.

Before Tang Chen could even scream, the hands gripping the hilt were scorched black.

Like a kite with its string cut, his entire body was hurled away by that sacred power. He crashed heavily onto the white jade paving dozens of meters away and violently spat out a great mouthful of blood.

"No..."

Tang Chen struggled to get up, his eyes full of unwillingness.

And at that very moment, as he lay unable to rise.

The strange, ink-black Demonic Energy that had lingered around the altar finally found the perfect chance to slip through his defenses.

The black mist churned, frantically burrowing into his body through the burns covering him.

"Aaaah!"

Piercing screams immediately tore from Tang Chen's throat!

The instant that supremely pure resentment of the Devil Emperor entered his body, it seized control of his Divine Soul with the overwhelming force of an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Not only that, but the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King, who had been lurking inside him and was normally so arrogant, had no room to resist this genuine Ancient Demonic Qi. With a mournful cry, the bat king was forcibly crushed by that Demonic Energy and fused completely with Tang Chen's flesh and blood!

Then, beneath the utterly horrified gazes of everyone on the Douluo Continent.

Tang Chen's body began a sickening, frenzied mutation.

His body swelled violently, bursting through his clothes.

Hard, dark-red scales forced their way out from beneath his skin, covering his entire body.

On his back, the pair of blood-colored fleshy wings that had originally belonged to the bat king grew even larger and more hideous under the Demonic Energy's influence. Rows of sharp bone spurs even sprouted along their edges.

But the most frightening thing was his face.

His once-aged features were now completely twisted and deformed.

His forehead was forcibly torn open, and a single eye giving off a dim black glow emerged. His mouth split all the way to his ears, exposing a mouthful of interlocking fangs.

Moments later, the screams subsided.

What rose from the ground was no longer the once-mighty ancestor of the Clear Sky Sect, but a complete and utter Demon Clan monster, radiating an aura of destruction!

Under the Demonic Energy's control.

The monstrous Tang Chen let out a deafening roar. Gripping the enormous iron hammer that had been stained pitch-black by Demonic Energy, he beat his Demon Wings and charged toward the altar again.

This time, he did not reach for the hilt.

Instead, he raised the enormous hammer like a crazed demon, concentrated all his strength into a single point, and frantically smashed it toward the Heavenly Emperor Sword radiating holy light!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Dull metallic collisions echoed across the plaza.

But how sturdy was the Heavenly Emperor Sword? How could a mutated monster from a lower world possibly shatter a divine weapon that even an Earthly Sovereign could barely shake?

Instead, the tremendous recoil split the webs of the monstrous Tang Chen's hands, leaving them drenched in blood.

After his repeated attacks proved fruitless.

The monstrous Tang Chen seemed to receive some new command.

He abruptly stopped striking the sword and whipped his head around.

His three evil eyes instantly locked onto the Devil Emperor's body, whose skull had been pierced by the Heavenly Emperor Sword!

"Roar!"

The monstrous Tang Chen roared, swung his enormous hammer again, and smashed it viciously into that withered body!

At the same time, outside the Sky Screen, on the Douluo Continent.

Inside the solemn, majestic Worship Hall in Spirit City.

Qian Daoliu stood beneath the enormous statue of the Six-Winged Angel, his face filled with shock.

He had watched with his own eyes as his old rival, who had once laughed and chatted with him atop a mountain and earned an invincible reputation with a Clear Sky Hammer.

Became a disgusting monster drooling foul-smelling saliva, his face covered in scales and eyes, in less than half an incense stick's time.

The horror of that visual impact was far more intense than any display of powerful cultivation.

"Big Brother..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty. His voice trembled, and even his usual fiery temper had vanished without a trace.

"Tang Chen... is he already dead?"

Hearing this, Qian Daoliu unconsciously tightened his grip on the scepter in his hand.

He drew a deep breath and closed his eyes, the scene of Tang Chen's mutation replaying endlessly in his mind. Only after a long while did he slowly exhale a turbid breath.

"His body may still be alive, but his mind has been completely devoured by that black mist."

Qian Daoliu's tone was exceptionally heavy.

"The aura within him was impure to begin with. After the divine sword rejected him, his mental defenses collapsed."

"The Demonic Energy lingering in those ruins slipped through that opening and turned him into a puppet shell it could control at will."

Hearing this, the other offerings in the hall exchanged glances, each seeing the fear in the others' eyes.

The Third Offering, Azure Luan Douluo, stepped forward, his brows drawn tightly into three deep furrows.

"Big Brother, it makes sense that Tang Chen became a monster after being corrupted by Demonic Energy."

"But..."

As he spoke, Azure Luan Douluo pointed at the Sky Screen, his face full of confusion.

"Look at what he is doing now. It is truly bizarre."

"He is being controlled by Demonic Energy, attacking that sword radiating sacred light in an attempt to destroy the seal. That makes perfect sense."

"But that sword is indestructible. He cannot smash it."

"So why did he turn around and start frantically attacking the Demon Clan corpse pinned to the ground?"

Azure Luan Douluo could not make sense of it, no matter how he pondered.

"Logically speaking, now that he has been tainted by Demonic Energy, he counts as a running dog of those evil demons."

"What running dog would smash his own master's corpse?"

As Qian Daoliu watched the monstrous Tang Chen tirelessly hammering the withered corpse blow after blow on the Sky Screen, his brows knitted deeply as well.

This was indeed a glaring logical gap. With their understanding, they could not possibly comprehend the earth-shattering deception hidden within it.

"Perhaps..."

"Perhaps the Devil Emperor's lingering resentment considers it a humiliation to have his body pinned down by a divine sword."

"So he is controlling Tang Chen, trying to destroy his own remains completely to seek another kind of release?"

Though this explanation was far-fetched, with the information currently available, it seemed to be the only conclusion they could reach.

But Qian Daoliu no longer had the mind to investigate the grudges and entanglements within those ruins. All that remained in his heart was lingering fear.

He knew Tang Chen's strength better than anyone.

That was someone who stood at the very pinnacle of the Douluo Continent.

Yet in the ruins of the Great Thousand World, even such a peerless powerhouse could not withstand a trace of aura left behind by a fiend dead for tens of thousands of years, instantly becoming a slave lower than pigs and dogs.

"Whatever his reason for smashing that corpse..."

Qian Daoliu turned, his blazing gaze sweeping over all the offerings present, his tone sterner than ever before.

"Listen carefully, all of you!"

"From this moment on, Spirit Hall will enter its highest state of alert."

"That man named Tang Chen is no longer the ancestor of the Clear Sky Sect. He is now a plague god spreading despair and disaster!"

Qian Daoliu clenched his fists, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

"We must pray to the Angel God. Pray that monster remains trapped in the Ancient Heavenly Palace forever!"

"If he never returns, then so be it."

"But if one day he returns to our Douluo Continent, bringing all that terrifying Demonic Energy from another world..."

"Then what we face will no longer be a struggle between sects, but an apocalyptic catastrophe capable of wiping out every living being in the entire world!"

"Even if we sacrifice every last soldier of Spirit Hall, we must never let that monster set half a step on our land!"

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

On the grounds of Shrek Academy within the Heaven Dou Empire.

The atmosphere here was a hundred times heavier than in Spirit City.

Tang Hao knelt in the mud, tears streaming down his aged face.

"How could this happen? How did it turn out like this!"

Tang Hao was on the verge of a mental collapse.

He had only just told his son about the Clear Sky Sect's glory and Tang Chen's mighty reputation. Just moments ago, he had been imagining how his son's great-grandfather would obtain a divine weapon in the Great Thousand World and lead the sect back to its peak.

Yet before that beautiful dream was even halfway through, it had come to this.

That relative whom he had once revered beyond measure, invincible as a god of war.

Had been turned in the blink of an eye by some unknown black mist into a demonic creature with eyes covering his face and bone spurs all over his body.

The agony of watching his own kin become a mindless monster completely shattered this iron-willed man's defenses.

Tang San stood beside him, his face as pale as paper.

He did not cry.

It was not because he was cold-blooded, but because his mind, honed to extraordinary calm by two lifetimes of memories, was racing furiously, trying to draw out the threads and peel away the cocoons of this bizarre, terrifying scene to uncover the truth.

"Dad, calm down first."

Tang San crouched down and pressed both hands firmly against Tang Hao's shoulders. Though his voice was a little hoarse, it carried a reassuring strength.

"What exactly was going on with that bat inside Great-Grandfather?"

"Why was it that, as soon as that black mist entered Great-Grandfather's body, the bat not only offered no resistance but obediently fused with his flesh and blood instead?"

Hearing this, Tang Hao shook his head, looking equally bewildered.

"I don't know. I've never seen anything like it. It's as though no such Soul Beast has ever existed."

"As for Great-Grandfather, he had already been missing for a long time."

"No one knows what exactly happened to him."