174: Two unlucky guys meet off the stage!

At the other end of the Ten Thousand Bones Plaza, at the entrance of the "Ten Thousand Demons Heart-Refining" Great Array, the air was so thick it could be wrung for oil.

There were no warbling voices of the Hehuan Sect enchantresses here, only groups of Loose Cultivator Devil Heads whose eyes were fiercer than hungry wolves, yet their pockets were cleaner than their faces.

They were restless over a mere ticket price of one billion High-Grade Spirit Stones; each exuded the unique sour stench of a desperado, as if they would draw a blade and stab the person next to them in the kidney for a single Low-Grade Spirit Stone in the next second.

Suddenly, a violent commotion erupted from the back of the crowd.

An indescribable stench, as if raw sewage pumped directly from the bottom of the Nine Nether cesspool, swept across the area like an invisible biochemical storm with a domineering posture!

The smell was a mixture of corpse water from billions of creatures, Demonic Beast droppings fermented for ten thousand years, and some kind of cursed swamp sludge.

Its penetrative power was so strong that it could even erode the Divine Soul!

“Blegh—! What's that smell! Who the Hell blew up their ancestral grave?!”

“Get away from me! My Demonic Technique is about to defect from the stench!”

A demonic cultivator discovered in horror that his protective Devilish Qi, cultivated for a hundred years, actually dissipated on its own as if it had its own consciousness in the face of this stench!

It was disgusted by its own master!

Worse still, several demonic cultivators nearby rolled their eyes and foamed at the mouth, actually being knocked into a Divine Soul shock by the smell and fainting on the spot!

The crowd retreated to both sides in terror, automatically making way for a wide vacuum path.

At the end of the path.

A figure covered in unknown viscous filth, hair tangled in a mess, and emitting a hellish stench, was walking over with stumbling yet incredibly firm steps.

It was precisely Qin Feng.

After enjoying days of extreme torture in the "Deluxe Private Custom Edition · Real · Ten Thousand Demons Returning to Ancestry · Infinite Loop · 360-Degree Stereo Surround · Sewer Survival Package" meticulously tailored for him by Illusion Thousand Faces, he finally crawled out of that endless labyrinth.

At this moment, he turned a deaf ear to the curses and disdain of the surrounding demonic cultivators.

Physical pain and mental torture had long since tempered his nerves like ten-thousand-year-old profound iron.

This smell that could make others break down was, to him, a medal of returning from Hell.

On the must-kill list in his heart, another name was added—Illusion Thousand Faces!

Qin Feng looked up.

Those once gentle eyes were now a deep pool of deathly gray, with two clusters of eerie green ghost fires burning at the bottom—that was resentment condensed to the extreme.

He stared fixedly at that Ten Thousand Bones Arena.

yellow springs demonic sword, Devil Emperor Legacy!

Here was his only hope for a comeback!

Just as he pushed through the crowd and prepared to walk toward the array, his footsteps suddenly paused.

A strong sense of discomfort originating from the depths of his Soul, like two magnets of the same pole repelling each other, made his whole body stiffen.

Not far away.

A man wearing a black mask, exuding a violent aura of "I'm going to crush everyone," also turned his head sharply at the same time.

Those pitch-black eyes hidden under the mask locked onto him like two bolts of lightning.

Wang Teng!

At this moment, Your Highness the Night King's mood was at its worst.

Going bankrupt at the Myriad Dao Auction.

Now wanting to enter the Secret Realm, he couldn't even scrape together the mere one billion High-Grade Spirit Stone ticket price, and could only come to brave this damn free passage along with these "ants" in his eyes!

This was the darkest and most humiliating day of his career as the Night King!

And now, he actually smelled the scent of another arch-enemy here.

Even if Qin Feng's aura was completely covered by the "fragrance of heaven and earth" from the sewer, that mutual clash originating from destiny and Luck was like a torch in the dark night, impossible to hide!

“It's you!”

Wang Teng's voice sounded as if squeezed out from the Nine Nether Hell, every word carrying undisguised, piercing killing intent.

Boom!

Without any nonsense, his violent Devilish Qi instantly transformed into a giant pitch-black hand that blotted out the sun, tearing through the air and clawing fiercely down toward Qin Feng's head!

He wanted to vent all of this humiliation on this fellow who he also hated!

However, the expected scene of flesh and blood flying did not occur.

Qin Feng's figure flickered like a ghost, avoiding this fatal blow by a hair's breadth at an extremely tricky angle, as if it had been practiced thousands of times.

He didn't even look back, only speaking coldly with a hoarse voice mixed with heavy mockery:

“The dignified Young Master of the Wang Family only knows how to fight a stray dog that just crawled out of a stinking ditch?”

“It seems the Myriad Dao Auction didn't just spend all your family wealth, it also drained your brain along with it.”

Wang Teng's movements suddenly stiffened.

Myriad Dao Auction!

This name was like a red-hot, poison-dipped steel needle, stabbing fiercely into his most painful and bleeding wound!

“You're looking for death!”

Sky-high fury instantly drowned his reason, and Wang Teng's aura became even more violent, almost about to strike again.

“If you kill me, will you be able to enter the Secret Realm?”

Qin Feng finally turned around slowly, a twisted smile that looked worse than crying appearing on his face.

“Or do you want to be cleared out like trash by the guards over there along with me? To make someone inside laugh even more happily?”

The Devilish Qi around Wang Teng surged violently; clearly, an internal struggle was taking place.

Qin Feng faintly spat out the final blow.

“What's the point of us tearing at each other like two dogs here?”

“That piece of trash named Su Chen has probably already entered the Secret Realm by now, holding a beauty and waiting to see us make fools of ourselves.”

The two words "Su Chen" were like a basin of cold water from a ten-thousand-year-old ice cave, instantly extinguishing Wang Teng's sky-high fury and allowing him to regain a hint of calm.

Indeed.

Suffering a mutual defeat with Qin Feng here would only make that man laugh his head off.

The violent Devilish Qi around Wang Teng slowly retracted, but the killing intent in his eyes grew even more intense and bone-chilling, almost becoming tangible.

“Once inside the Secret Realm, you're the first one I'll kill.”

“I'll be waiting.”

Qin Feng twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a grim arc.

The two unlucky bastards, two arch-enemies harboring the same sky-high hatred, thus reached a fragile and bizarre "consensus" under the stares of all the demonic cultivators who looked at them like they were fools.

The next moment, Wang Teng gave a cold snort, turned around first, and stepped into the "Ten Thousand Demons Heart-Refining" Great Array that swallowed all light and shadow.

【Qin Feng, you are just a trial on my path to the top! Once I kill Su Chen, you're next!】

Qin Feng followed closely behind.

Just you wait!

【Su Chen, Illusion Thousand Faces, Wang Teng... you will all become the bones I step on my path to becoming the Devil Emperor!】

He finished speaking silently with his mouth, and his figure also resolutely disappeared into the distorted screen of light.