Eliminating emotions and personality, shapeless and formless.
The most profound realm of the Demon Sect’s Divine Skill!
But apart from the first Sect Hierarch, no one else has reached such heights.
Carefully observing the legendary Heavenly Demon Anomaly, Zhu Haomiao faintly detected that its internal Extraordinary Power had similarities with his own Original Sin Authority.
Both follow the path of idealism, bending reality with Self Will.
On the other side, facing the young man’s inquiry, Gui Hua deeply looked at him, shaking her head with a sigh.
"In front of Duke Yu, I dare not claim to be a Heavenly Demon."
"The demon within your heart is like a black sun in the sky; I dare not contend with you with the Light of Fireflies."
Staring at the black-robed youth standing in the void, Gui Hua seemed to be gazing at a fiercely burning dark sun, glimpsing the unspeakable terror beneath his skin.
An endless sense of oppression and attraction resonated in the depths of her Spirit; merely bathing in the youth’s Spiritual Radiance, Gui Hua felt her nearly century-long stagnant power beginning to slowly grow, her solid-as-gold bottleneck faintly loosening.
Such a monster-like existence, even during the founding period with its abundance of heroes, Gui Hua had never seen!
"Since you know the gap between us, why do you still try to stop me like a mantis trying to obstruct a chariot?"
Zhu Haomiao leaned forward slightly, watching Gui Hua with interest, attempting to see through the writhing, twisting Qi Force to discern her features.
Hearing this, Gui Hua glanced around, murmuring with reluctant regret.
"This is the fruit of my centuries, the doctrine I personally forged; I do not wish to see it destroyed overnight..."
"Haha, it seems you’re not truly without emotion; you still have attachments."
Hearing the young man’s teasing, Gui Hua was silent for a moment, then spoke softly with resignation.
"As long as one exists in human form, complete eradication of emotions and personality is impossible; truly achieving that... one would no longer be [human]!"
Listening to how Gui Hua emphasized the word [human], watching her significant look at him, Zhu Haomiao’s brow gradually furrowed.
I suspect you’re insinuating I’m not human, but I have no evidence!
Shaking his head, Zhu Haomiao cleared his mind of distractions, focusing intently on Gui Hua’s eyes with a dark, profound gaze piercing the soul.
"Since you don’t want your doctrine extinguished, then kneel; I allow you to keep some offspring."
Hearing the black-clad youth’s indisputable, domineering words, before Gui Hua could speak, Shangguan Yi erupted with rage.
"I, Shangguan Yi, would rather die than allow such humiliation..."
A strange, eerie sword light flashed in the air, skimming past Shangguan Yi’s neck, tearing through muscle and blood vessels, leaving a ferocious sword scar half a finger deep.
However, Zhu Haomiao barely perceptibly frowned.
This sword was meant to decapitate, but some strange force twisted its course, skimming past the neck, failing to complete its task.
On the other side, Gui Hua was also terrified; she had clearly interfered with the Sword Qi with all her might, yet the profound Sword Intent contained within seemed to have Self Will, automatically correcting the interference, ultimately cutting open a section of Shangguan Yi’s neck.
But fortunately, such an injury is not fatal to a First-grade Grandmaster; Shangguan Yi only instinctively tensed his muscles, the wound sealed instantly, and the gushing blood stopped.
"Duke Yu, please calm your anger; I am willing to submit."
Gui Hua sighed softly, taking one step at a time forward, and slowly knelt before the little girl sitting on the chair.
"Subject, Gui Hua, pays respects to Your Majesty."
Slightly pouting, feeling that the person was being slippery, but Zhu Haomiao didn’t mind giving her a way out, retracting his aura, like a feather gently landing.
On the other side, Zhao Nuo, showing none of a child’s immaturity, calmly watched Gui Hua, raising her hand in a slight gesture of support.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
Slowly rising, Gui Hua looked at the little girl with an elusive majesty, and couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder in her heart.
Such a Heavenly Destiny Emperor, coupled with the support of Duke Yu, it’s as if this [Da Zhen] is not meant to perish...
The next second, Zhu Haomiao picked up Zhao Nuo, giving Gui Hua an unceremonious order.
"The Jinyi Guard will be here soon; have your people hand over properly."
"Also, come with me."
"To choose the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch."
In the lush, verdant forest perpetually shrouded in mist, deep within the majestic mountain gate, heroes from all walks gathered, brows furrowed in deep thought.
"That Duke Yu went alone to the Heavenly Summit and turned a group of black path leaders into human sticks at the Demon Sect Headquarters!"
"Is the news reliable?"
"Rumors are chaotic, but some did see the Jinyi Guard escorting many black path experts to the [Demon Suppression Prison]."
If they had heard this news before, they would have been overjoyed.
But now they just felt as though dark clouds were looming, an oppressive feeling of suffocation.
"Sixteen years old... is that person really human?"
Feeling the heavy, dispirited atmosphere in the room, a stunning woman brandishing a treasure sword couldn’t help but step forward.
"Why do you seniors admire others while belittling yourselves?"
"That Duke Yu relies on the court’s influence; the so-called battle achievements are likely exaggerated bragging. I refuse to believe that a green-haired boy can truly dominate the world!"
Listening to her disciple’s indignant words, the Spirit Sword Peak Master smiled bitterly.
Truly a fearless young calf...
Yet her disciple’s speculation was not without reason.
That Duke Yu is even younger than she is, and her own disciple, with talent seen once in a century, is only at the Third Grade in cultivation now.
Among the younger generation, she is the topmost Heaven’s Chosen Son!
That Duke Yu, even if he started cultivation in the womb, couldn’t possibly be stronger than she!
However, this is only under normal circumstances...
As a well-experienced veteran of Jianghu, the Master knows well that there are always some monsters in this World that defy logic!
"Shuang’er, don’t be rude."
Waving a hand to quell her disciple’s discontent, the Master looked toward the assembled heroes.
"That Duke Yu’s sweeping of heretical paths is a good thing..."
"But, his actions are brutal and tyrannical; his next target might be us legitimate sects."
"Whether to fight or negotiate, we must quickly come up with a strategy."
The people exchanged glances, unsatisfied looks passing among them for a moment, until one stood and clasped fists to speak.
"Although the situation remains unclear, if Duke Yu could single-handedly crush numerous black path experts, we together might not be his match either..."
"Therefore, even in negotiating, we must have the Spirit Sword Ancestor appear, using the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch’s status to personally discuss with him."
"Otherwise, we are mere fish on the chopping board, left for him to slaughter at will."
Upon hearing these words, the Master slightly furrowed her brow, troubled.
"The ancestor has not cared for worldly matters in years; I have requested previously, but he did not respond."