Not far away, Wen Zhixing stood to the side, watching the scene before him with a slightly astonished expression.
Absurd. Just how did Wang Shouzhen become so badass in just a few days? He was a complete simpleton not so long ago. Yet now, he could command so many demons of the Sixth Realm. What on earth had happened in the meantime? He had managed to become a core disciple of the Sect Master of the Righteous Sun Sect, and his cultivation had greatly improved. He felt extremely good about himself. But he hadn’t expected Wang Shouzhen to have changed even more. It was actually a good thing, though. He was still pondering how to deal with Wang Shiyang. If Wang Shouzhen could take care of it for him, that would be just perfect.
"I am an Elder of the Righteous Sun Sect! Do you realize what you’re doing? Are you seeking death?!"
Inside the grand array, Wang Shiyang blustered, though his heart pounded frantically and cold sweat already soaked him. He never would have imagined so many powerful demons gathered here. Dammit, was he crazy, or had the world gone mad?!
However, no one paid him any mind. Instead, an overwhelming murderous intent erupted.
"The Righteous Sun Sect, huh? Oh, I’m so scared."
An exceptionally effeminate man with a sinister air stepped out from the darkness, his face bearing a chilling smile. As he smiled, his mouth suddenly stretched wide, and his skin began to rip, transforming into a massive snake head. Countless white scales emerged on his body, and rich demonic Qi billowed from him.
"But... do you think I’m still that little demon from back then?!"
The blood-red forked tongue of the snake head flicked in and out, emitting a faint HISS.
"Bai Suxin, it’s you."
Wang Shiyang immediately recognized him. This was the snake demon he had led a team to besiege in the past. At that time, Bai Suxin only possessed Fifth Realm cultivation, but had ultimately managed to escape. He never expected Bai Suxin to now pose a threat to his very life.
"Yes, it’s me, Elder Wang. We meet again."
Bai Suxin smiled and nodded, as if thrilled to meet an old friend.
The next moment, his neck suddenly elongated, and he lunged, biting viciously at Wang Shiyang!
"Demon, you court death!"
Startled, Wang Shiyang’s footwork shifted, his figure becoming phantasmal as he narrowly avoided the giant snake head.
But in that instant, another terrifying force slammed into him from the side. He felt a stifling sensation in his chest, then heard a cold, merciless voice by his ear.
A large hand, glowing with a sinister black light, struck his chest. Wang Shiyang turned his head and saw a devil shadow staring at him coldly. Its eyes resembled two Netherworld Flames. A tremor of fear surged from the depths of his heart.
Sent flying by the palm strike, Wang Shiyang spewed blood as a strange energy took the opportunity to invade his body, and his aura immediately fell into disarray.
Now, he truly panicked. These demons were really going to kill him! The name of the Righteous Sun Sect couldn’t intimidate them!
However, another huge demonic seal appeared above his head, radiating terrifying momentum. On top of that demonic seal stood another demon, its aura even stronger than his own.
"Let’s talk this over!"
Wang Shiyang’s expression changed drastically as he hurriedly activated his techniques to resist.
A wild power bore down, and Wang Shiyang struggled to resist.
It wasn’t over. Countless pitch-black blades materialized silently above him, emitting a clear, sharp hum. Immediately, numerous golden sword winds erupted from them like a peacock unfurling its tail, densely filling the sky and obscuring the sun. Blades rained down like a deluge.
Horror gripped Wang Shiyang. Just as he tried to evade, Hu Meier’s voice sounded again.
"Eyes of Enchantment!"
Hu Meier appeared before him, their eyes meeting. In an instant, a strange ripple spread out from where their gazes locked. The Eyes of Enchantment surfaced deep within his eyes. A bewildering, hazy sensation flooded his mind. Wang Shiyang’s figure swayed, his eyes flashing with confusion.
The next moment, countless blades pierced through his body.
A piercing scream tore through the air as blood erupted, blooming like dazzling flowers across the land.
So strong! Wen Zhixing, watching from a distance, narrowed his eyes. These demons are quite formidable, even among Sixth Realm experts. Plus, the grand array has sealed off Wang Shiyang’s escape routes.
"Wang Shiyang... is doomed," Wen Zhixing murmured.
Above Wang Shiyang’s head, a gateway opened rapidly. An incredibly solid divine soul was emerging from it.
"Everyone, let’s talk! Spare me! The demon clan’s mark—yes, brand me with the demon clan’s mark!"
Wang Shiyang was truly desperate. Alone, he was no match for so many Sixth Realm demons; begging for mercy was his only option. He had finally been on the verge of another breakthrough! Once Mu Yunqing became the Purple Cloud Sect’s Godson, he too could benefit and transcend his current limitations. He really didn’t want to die! He couldn’t bear to die so senselessly here!
The next moment, a wild surge of energy tore through the sky dome.
These demons didn’t care about Wang Shiyang’s pleas. If their Master ordered a kill, they would kill.
"I... won’t... accept... THIS...!"
Wang Shiyang’s divine soul was instantly overwhelmed. Enveloped in despair, he resisted with all his might, but it was futile. Soon, his divine soul completely turned to ash, dispersing into the void.
Wen Zhixing watched Wang Shiyang perish, yet felt no particular satisfaction. He knew the one who truly wanted him dead was someone else.