176: A perfect evaluation! The examiner exclaimed: "A born demon lord!"

Under the gaze of Qin Feng and the other examinees, Wang Teng stepped into the village constructed by the Illusion Array.

The sunlight was warm, and the sounds of crowing roosters and barking dogs came from afar, presenting a peaceful and tranquil pastoral scene.

This picture was completely at odds with the bloodshed and chaos of the Demonic Realm.

Wang Teng ignored the surrounding peace and walked directly to the village entrance.

A Boy about five or six years old, with a Spiky Topknot, was squatting by the roadside.

He was clutching a crystal-clear Malt Candy, drooling so much it was almost dripping onto the ground.

This Boy was precisely the 'key point' of this examination question.

Wang Teng stopped and looked down at him from his height.

He did not force a ferocious smile like previous examinees, nor did he immediately pounce to snatch it.

He simply stood still.

Sunlight fell upon that pitch-black mask, but instead of bringing a trace of warmth, it was utterly devoured by that bottomless blackness, leaving only coldness and eeriness.

He perfectly restrained the vast demonic might of the Saint's Ninth Heaven Realm.

At this moment, he was merely a heart-stopping passerby.

The Boy seemed to notice the light being blocked. He looked up and saw Wang Teng.

A flicker of curiosity first flashed in those clear eyes, soon replaced by thick timidity.

Subconsciously, he hid the candy, treasured as if it were a jewel, even deeper into his embrace.

Wang Teng still did not move.

He just looked at him.

Time passed, minute by minute, second by second.

The air seemed to have all its lively elements sucked out, becoming heavy and oppressive.

Even Qin Feng in the distance was watching with growing impatience and agitation.

[What the hell is this idiot up to? Playing statue?]

[Just standing there like that, waiting for that little brat to offer him the candy?]

Just as everyone was starting to think Wang Teng had been frightened stupid by the trial...

Wang Teng finally spoke.

His voice was hoarse and low, like two pieces of rusty iron rubbing together, devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

"You... desire it?"

He raised a finger and pointed at the candy the Boy was tightly protecting in his arms.

The Boy was stunned for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

Wang Teng asked again: "Why?"

The Boy licked his dry lips and said in a mosquito-like voice: "Because... it's sweet."

"Sweet?"

A hint of extremely faint mockery tinged Wang Teng's tone.

"Sweetness is the anesthetic of the weak."

"It is the comfort of Mortals."

"True powerhouses never indulge in such false sensory pleasures."

"What they pursue is power, is control, is the supreme thrill of dominating the life and death of all things!"

The Boy was completely dizzied by this barrage of incomprehensible words, his big eyes filled with confusion.

Wang Teng didn't care at all whether he understood; he was already immersed in his own 'preaching.'

"Do you want to become stronger?"

"Do you want to make everyone fear you, prostrate at your feet?"

"Do you want to trample this world, along with all the stars in the sky, underfoot?"

His voice was not loud, yet it contained a bewitchment that went straight to the depths of the Soul.

That Boy, only five or six years old, was truly captivated by the terrifying scene he described, seizing his entire mind.

Subconsciously, he nodded again.

"Good."

Under that pitch-black mask, the corner of Wang Teng's mouth hooked into a cruel arc.

He slowly extended his hand.

Not to snatch the candy, but to point deep into the village.

"See that fat kid who always steals your things?"

"Go, kill him."

Wang Teng's voice was terrifyingly calm.

"Use the hardest stone you can find nearby, smash his head open."

"When his warm blood splashes on your face, you will taste..."

"A flavor ten thousand times sweeter than candy!"

"That is the taste of power!"

That voice was a potent poison, a call from the abyss, filled with a demonic nature that led to corruption.

Instantly, all color drained from the Boy's face, etched with fear and struggle.

"No... I don't dare... Killing people is wrong..."

"Wrong?"

As if hearing the most absurd joke in the world, Wang Teng let out a short, derisive laugh.

"In this world, weakness is the only original sin! He is stronger than you, so he can steal your toys, push you to the ground. Then, when you possess the power to kill him, why can't you kill him?"

"Go."

Wang Teng's voice suddenly turned icy, filled with an overbearing tone that brooked no refusal.

"This is the first test This Venerable One gives you."

"Kill him, and you will set foot on an unprecedented Path of the Devil King."

"Otherwise..."

He changed his tone, a strand of killing intent almost condensed into substance, piercing towards the Boy like a needle.

"You, along with the candy in your arms, will both vanish."

Terrified by that killing intent, the Boy trembled violently, his teeth chattering. He looked at the fat kid in the village still playing with mud, then looked up at Wang Teng's eyes, which seemed unfocused, cold, and dead.

In the end, the fear of death overwhelmed everything.

The instinct for survival overcame that insignificant bit of morality.

Trembling, he picked up a sharp stone from the ground. A trace of viciousness, utterly incongruous with his age, flashed in those small eyes.

He walked, step by step, towards that former 'Nemesis.'

Wang Teng stood with his hands behind his back, appreciating this scene he had personally directed.

He did not snatch the candy.

He merely... corrupted the heart that desired the candy.

What he aimed to do was not simple plunder or slaughter.

But to fundamentally distort a pure Soul, to completely transform a heart yearning for 'sweetness' into a beast craving 'blood.'

This, is the true demon!

This, is the most Advanced way to play!

In the distance, Qin Feng's breath hitched abruptly.

For the first time, the face beneath the Bronze Mask lost its composure.

[Madman!]

[This utter madman!]

[He actually used this method... How ruthless! What a vicious technique!]

Qin Feng prided himself on being scheming and willing to do anything to achieve his goals. But compared to Wang Teng's pure madness that delighted in distorting human hearts, he felt his previous schemes were laughably childish!

At this very moment!

On the giant stone stele, bloody light surged violently, coalescing into a line of praise that had never appeared before, bordering on madness!

[Evaluation: Not using slaughter as a means, but taking pleasure in distortion! Not aiming for possession, but feeding on corruption! Profoundly understands the essence of the Demonic Path, sees through the darkness of human nature! This is a natural Demon Child, a future Devil Lord! Perfect! Pass!]

Boom!

A brilliant golden demonic light descended from the heavens like divine punishment, or like a blessing, completely enveloping Wang Teng!

Wang Teng felt an extremely pure Origin Devilish Qi madly surging into his limbs and bones.

His Realm, which had been unstable and floating due to forcibly using a Forbidden Technique, was now thoroughly consolidated at this moment, and his cultivation even Advanced a sliver!

This was... the reward for clearing the trial!

Feeling the surging power within his body once more, Wang Teng raised his head and let out a long-suppressed roar, all the pent-up frustration in his chest swept away!

[Hahahaha! I am indeed the destined Devil Lord!]

[A mere trial dares to obstruct me?!]

[Su Chen! Qin Feng! Just you wait! Your days are numbered!]

Amidst the wild laughter, his figure vanished within the dazzling demonic light, clearly having been teleported to the next stage.

On the plaza, only a group of examinees remained, stunned speechless by this godly operation.

And Qin Feng, whose face was as dark as thunderclouds.