Chapter 61: The Blood Demon Patriarch Strikes

Not far away, Bing Changtian stood watching the father and daughter, utterly stunned, his jaw shattered on the ground, his heart awash with towering waves of terror. What he witnessed before him was, without question, the most unbelievable scene he had ever beheld!

Previously, in the City Lord’s mansion of the Southern Domain County, the Heaven-Slaying Sword Formation had slaughtered a host of top experts from all the great powers, reducing them to a mist of blood. Yet in front of this pair, the formation possessed not a shred of lethality. They could not even sense a hint of sword intent from it, and instead, leisurely commented on how ugly the sword formation was, criticizing its poor craftsmanship.

He felt faint! Could this be real?

What was even more astonishing, Bing Changtian realized that the Heaven-Slaying Sword Formation had not harmed a single flower or blade of grass in this place.

Heavens, surely he must be dreaming!

Bing Changtian drew in a sharp, icy breath.

This legendary Young Master Chen was indeed terrifying beyond measure.

He had brought the Heaven-Slaying Sword Formation here, eager to slay Chen Changsheng and seize all his paintings. In the end, the sword formation had become nothing but a useless pile of ugly stone swords, and even those were despised.

This was madness!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Bing Changtian suddenly lost control and roared.

He soared into the sky, stamping upon the Heaven-Slaying Sword Formation, descending like a madman to execute his kill: "Young Master Chen, die!"

"Hm, so this bird-man came here to kill me?" Chen Changsheng looked up at Bing Changtian, blinking, and said, "Damn, I don’t even know this guy. He wants to kill me, fine, but bringing such an ugly stone sword? Is he simple-minded?"

"You, you, you...!" Bing Changtian was suddenly overcome, blood surging to his head, and he spat out a mouthful of thick blood.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face twisted and ferocious, howling, "Young Master Chen, I am the Southern Domain County King, not the simpleton you call me. Prepare for annihilation!"

But as soon as he finished, a wild and violent force suddenly surged from the wooden hut.

"Ah!" Bing Changtian screamed, unable to resist the force; he and the sword formation were flung away.

Bang!

Man and sword landed dozens of meters away, stirring up clouds of dust.

"Southern Domain County King?" Chen Changsheng frowned slightly, surprised as he looked at Bing Changtian. "So you’re the infamous scoundrel! The little princess suffered terribly because of you. Are you even human?"

Bing Changtian struggled to his feet, utterly disheveled, casting a fearful glance at the wooden hut.

That hut contained the essence of the natural Dao!

Instantly, Bing Changtian understood: everything here was imbued with terrifying natural Dao.

A peerless sage indeed!

Even with the Heaven-Slaying Sword Formation, he was nothing but an ant before Young Master Chen.

"Young Master Chen, spare me!" Bing Changtian suddenly lost all fighting spirit, his legs trembling as he knelt.

This Young Master Chen was simply too frightening.

"This one cannot be allowed to live," a hoarse, ancient voice suddenly echoed from the necklace around Chen Die'er’s neck.

Immediately, the little puppet hanging from the necklace sprang to life, and the Blood Demon Ancestor emerged, bowing respectfully to Chen Changsheng, "Young Master Chen, in my ten thousand years traversing the Realm of the Gods, I can tell you: though this man is as insignificant as an ant, his mind is vicious. He must not be spared, or he’ll become a calamity!"

An old demon! One who had roamed the Realm of the Gods for ten thousand years!

Yet now, this old demon was showing utmost respect to Young Master Chen!

Bing Changtian had never even heard of the Realm of the Gods, but from the name alone, he could guess it was infinitely superior to the world of Yinxue.

If a demon who dominated such a high-level world bowed before Young Master Chen, then even a hundred Heaven-Slaying Sword Formations would not suffice to harm him!

Bing Changtian’s soul trembled, and he was so terrified he lost control of his bladder.

"Dad, I think the old man makes sense. We don’t know him at all, and he wants to kill us. That’s just evil," Chen Die'er said, blinking her bright eyes.

"The young mistress speaks true!" the Blood Demon Ancestor agreed. "Young Master Chen, listen to me: now is not the time for mercy. Otherwise, you will sow the seeds of disaster for yourself in the future."

Mercy? Chen Changsheng glared at the Blood Demon Ancestor. Mercy, my ass!

But he was just a mere mortal—how was he supposed to kill?

Ah, it was all that damned system’s fault. If only it had guided him sooner... but talking about it only brought tears.

The Blood Demon Ancestor, quick-witted, laughed loudly: "Understood, understood! Young Master Chen, you are 'just a mortal,' unwilling to dirty your hands. But with me here, I am more than happy to act for you."

He emphasized the words "just a mortal" heavily, the meaning clear.

Having spent so much time with this father and daughter, he knew Chen Changsheng had a habit of claiming to be just a mortal. Those unfamiliar might think he was pretending, but the Blood Demon Ancestor knew Young Master Chen truly had no idea his cultivation reached the heavens—he was completely oblivious.

There was nothing more bizarre than this.

"The little princess is my friend, and this scoundrel made her suffer so much. Seeing her usual demeanor, I suspect she’d want nothing more than to dismember him," Chen Changsheng glanced at Bing Changtian and said lightly, "Very well, let’s help the little princess. Old demon, he’s yours—deal with him as you wish."

He suddenly realized that recruiting this old demon was actually a brilliant move; at the very least, he could serve as a bodyguard for himself and his daughter. Whenever they encountered a great villain, the old demon could handle it.

The Blood Demon Ancestor hailed from the Realm of the Gods, so Chen Changsheng trusted his power.

"Excellent!" The Blood Demon Ancestor rubbed his hands excitedly.

His gaze toward Bing Changtian brimmed with greed.

"Old demon, spare me! Spare me!" Bing Changtian’s face was already ashen, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"You’re begging me for mercy?" The Blood Demon Ancestor could hardly believe his ears and laughed loudly, "Go ask around the Realm of the Gods—does mercy ever save those I’ve marked for death?"

He advanced step by step toward Bing Changtian, his face a cruel blend of ruthlessness and greed. "Prepare to die. There is no other choice."

"No..." Bing Changtian was plunged into despair, his eyes full of terror.

He had come all the way from the Southern Domain City, exhilarated, thinking he was about to seize an immense opportunity.

Instead, he found hell waiting for him.

The Heaven-Slaying Sword Formation could not even destroy a blade of grass here, and now, an old demon from the Realm of the Gods had appeared.

Swish!

Bing Changtian dared not linger another moment; he turned and fled down the mountain as quickly as he could.

Young Master Chen was too terrifying.

If he didn’t run, he’d die.