145: The Night King has arrived! Su Chen: Quick, give this idiot a close-up!

Ten Thousand Demon City, South Gate.

Space was forcefully torn open by a domineering force, and an arrogant figure stepped out from the pitch-black rift.

The newcomer wore a black robe and a cold bronze mask that covered his Face, leaving only his eyes visible.

Those were eyes burning with endless resentment and fanaticism.

Wherever his gaze landed, the air rippled with a scorched intensity.

The terrifying demonic prestige of a Saint Realm Ninth Heaven Peak cultivator erupted like a tsunami, undisguised and disdainful of hiding.

The surrounding space groaned under the unbearable weight.

It was Wang Teng, returning to the world under the name of the 'Night King'!

He looked down upon everything, his gaze sweeping over this city built from endless skeletons, his eyes filled with arrogance and contempt.

Nothing more than a nest of ants.

In his eyes, the only value of this decaying land was to serve as a stepping stone for him to reach the Peak.

Several demonic cultivators guarding the gate felt their blood and Qi churn from the pressure, nearly kneeling on the spot, their Faces written with horror.

Such an arrogant way of entering the city was practically slapping the Face of all the rules in Ten Thousand Demon City.

"Ha... Halt! Those entering the city must pay a Demon Source Tax of ten High-Grade Spirit Stones!"

The most senior demonic cultivator gathered his courage and shouted with a trembling voice.

Wang Teng's footsteps stopped.

He slowly turned his head, and beneath the bronze mask, the corners of his mouth curled into a cruel arc.

He didn't even have the interest to respond to the clamoring of ants.

He casually flicked his finger.

A streak of Devilish Qi, condensed to the extreme like black lightning, instantly pierced through the demonic cultivator's shoulder blade.

"Ah—!"

The intent of the Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art contained within the Devilish Qi frantically eroded his flesh, and the intense pain caused the demonic cultivator to let out a scream that didn't sound human.

"Too much nonsense."

Wang Teng's voice was raspy, like two rusty iron plates rubbing together, carrying an unquestionable chilling coldness.

"This King enters the city today without paying taxes or waiting in line."

"If anyone is dissatisfied, feel free to step forward."

As his voice fell, the Devilish Qi around him transformed into pitch-black angry dragons, coiling and rising. That overbearing will of absolute supremacy made all the demonic cultivators feel their Divine Souls tremble.

The other guards were terrified out of their wits, scrambling to clear a path. Their heads were bowed low, not daring to look at those eyes burning with flame again.

Wang Teng strode forward with his head held high, entering the city.

He was like a monarch inspecting his own territory, looking down on everything.

This arrogance immediately drew the attention of the experts in the city.

"Where did this rat come from, daring to act wildly in Ten Thousand Demon City!"

A shout erupted like a clap of thunder.

The Netherworld Hall Demon Seed, Li Jiuyou, rushed over, carrying a giant axe wider than a door panel, his burly frame bringing a powerful sense of pressure.

Blood Qi surged on his axe blade. With a single swing, he intended to cleave this madman in two.

There was not a single ripple in the gaze beneath Wang Teng's mask.

He simply raised his hand nonchalantly and shot a beam of demonic light from his fingertip.

Bang!

The axe blade collided with the demonic light. Li Jiuyou felt an unmatched, colossal force transmit through, shaking him so hard that the webbing between his thumb and index finger split, and the giant axe nearly flew from his hand.

Wang Teng didn't even give him a second look, striking out with a backhand palm.

The Devilish Qi surged back, and Li Jiuyou felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. He stumbled backward, his chest churning, having already sustained internal injuries.

Wang Teng merely gave a cold snort, as if swatting away a fly, then withdrew his hand and continued forward.

Li Jiuyou stood frozen in place, watching Wang Teng's back. His expression shifted rapidly from rage to shock, and finally into a hint of fanatical admiration.

The Demonic Path only reveres the strong!

This 'Night King' might be arrogant, but this strength, this overbearing manner... he was simply the perfect 'Big Brother' image he had always dreamed of!

"Good! Such profound Demonic Technique!"

Li Jiuyou put away his giant axe. The anger from being hit earlier had completely vanished; instead, he felt it gave him a lot of Face.

To be casually taught a lesson by such an expert was also an honor!

The other Demonic Path Prodigies who were originally restless also abandoned their thoughts. Their gazes toward Wang Teng were filled with awe and calculation.

"Such powerful strength! He suppressed Li Jiuyou in a single move!"

"Not paying taxes and even hitting the guards—how domineering! This is the style we people of the Demonic Path should have!"

Instead of seeking revenge, these Demonic Path Prodigies swarmed forward, surrounding Wang Teng and showering him with flattery like stars surrounding the moon.

Wang Teng enjoyed this feeling of being the center of attention. The humiliation and resentment in his heart were greatly satisfied at this moment.

He felt an unprecedented sense of freedom.

He finally understood that the hypocritical rules of the Righteous Path would only bind a Destiny Overlord like him!

Only in the Demonic Path, in this lawless land, could he truly release his true nature!

"Everyone, do you know if there's any fun in this Ten Thousand Demon City lately?"

Wang Teng was in a great mood and asked casually.

A demonic cultivator with horns immediately gave a fawning chuckle and pointed at the overwhelming light screens in the city.

"Your Highness Night King might not know, but a shocking joke appeared in the city recently, called something like 'Qin Three Seconds'! That person claimed to be the Righteous Path Prodigy Qin Feng, but he made a huge fool of himself in Ten Thousand Demon City and was personally bestowed a Dao title by the Nine Nether Saintess, hahaha..."

Qin Feng!

The pupils beneath Wang Teng's mask suddenly constricted!

In the next moment, an uncontrollable wild joy erupted from his heart like a volcano, instantly washing away all the remaining gloom in his Divine Soul!

He looked at the blurry figure on the light screen and the expression of utter contempt on Blood Rakshasa's Face. He was stunned at first, then burst into a hearty, street-shaking laugh!

"Hahahaha... Qin Three Seconds? Good! What a 'Qin Three Seconds'!"

The last bit of frustration in his heart vanished at this moment!

What was Su Chen? What was Ji Hongxue?

Even a so-called 'Son of Destiny' like Qin Feng was nothing more than a 'Destiny Clown' sent by the Heavenly Dao to give him a laugh and highlight his own greatness!

All the past humiliation and setbacks were sublimated at this moment into nourishment for his 'clear thoughts'!

Boom!

The Devilish Qi around Wang Teng became increasingly condensed and harmonious. The Saint Dao Laws that were originally somewhat unstable actually became completely solid at this moment.

His cultivation even faintly improved a bit!

He turned to look at Li Jiuyou, his eyes flashing with the cruel light of a cat playing with a mouse. He issued a cold command in the tone of a superior to a subordinate.

"Demon Seed Li, I also have some old grudges with that 'Qin Three Seconds'."

"Does such a jumping clown deserve to be flaunted in the demon codex?"

Li Jiuyou was stunned, then grinned widely and rubbed his hands excitedly: "What are Brother Night King's orders? Just say the word! I, Old Li, will be the first to do it for you!"

He had been completely won over by Wang Teng's kingly aura, believing this was the true-born Big Brother who could lead them to glory!

"I want him to wish he were dead!"

Wang Teng said each word slowly, his voice cold enough to freeze the Divine Soul.

"Search the entire city for this 'Qin Three Seconds' and be sure to capture him alive!"

"I want him to experience what true despair is in front of everyone on the demon codex!"

This was true revenge!

This was being truly high and mighty!

A bloodthirsty excitement flashed in Li Jiuyou's eyes. He knelt on one knee without hesitation, his voice booming like thunder.

"Don't worry, Brother!"

"I will definitely deliver this Qin Three Seconds intact to Brother Night King, to be dealt with as you please!"

A new hunt targeting 'Qin Three Seconds' abruptly began in Ten Thousand Demon City.

And not far away, in the shadow of a barbecue stall.

A figure shrouded in a black robe was quietly hidden among the crowd.

The Peak-grade shadow recording stone in his hand was clearly recording Wang Teng's series of 'domineering' performances. Every chuunibyou gaze and every movement he thought was cool were accurately captured.

"Tsk tsk, these days, all sorts of weirdos are running to the Demon Domain..."

Su Chen carefully put away the shadow recording stone and took a large, lingering bite of a freshly made 'Fried Eight-Armed Demon Spider Leg'.

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the aroma of soul-fire cumin mixed with the charred scent of fat. One bite, and it was perfectly crunchy.

He thought with satisfaction that the fun really was coming one after another!

This trip to the Demon Domain was truly worth it.