132: Chapter 132 Demonic Transformation, Return to the Capital! (5k)

Boom!

Violent Demonic Qi surged into the sky, piercing straight through the clouds.

Ye Wuya's body swelled violently within the dense black mist.

His originally shriveled flesh quickly bulged, and pitch-black scales pierced through his skin, accompanied by dripping blood, rapidly covering his entire body.

The flesh on his back rose high before suddenly tearing open.

A pair of black wings, a full three zhang wide, burst out from his body.

As the wings flapped, a bloody wind hit their faces, carrying a nauseating, putrid stench.

At this moment, Ye Wuya had completely moved beyond the scope of humanity.

He had turned into a half-human, Half-demon monster radiating Death Qi.

The violent Demonic Qi turned into tangible waves, spreading outward wave after wave.

Li Mochuan stared fixedly at the monster suspended in mid-air, his hand gripping his blade trembling slightly.

“Fourth-rank... Peak Yao Beast.”

His voice was dry, filled with unconcealable despair.

Although a Fourth-rank Peak was equivalent to the Peak of the Aperture Condensation Realm for human Martial Artists.

The physique and vitality of a Yao Beast far surpassed those of a Martial Artist of the same rank.

At the same Realm, it was extremely difficult for a human Martial Artist to kill a Yao Beast alone.

Not to mention, this was a mutated monster fused with countless flesh and resentment.

A deep sense of powerlessness rose in the hearts of all the Constables present.

Their palms, gripping their weapons, were drenched in cold sweat.

Some even found it difficult to stand, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

This was no longer an existence that human strength could contend with.

In mid-air.

Ye Wuya looked down from above.

Feeling the power within him that could tear everything apart, he let out a piercing, mad laugh.

The laughter stung everyone's eardrums.

“Power! This is perfect power!”

“I have planned for many years, enduring until now, and finally took this step!”

He suddenly clenched his claws, causing a series of air explosions in the atmosphere.

His scarlet eyes rolled, locking onto Chen Ran.

“Kid, weren't you very arrogant just now?”

“Didn't you want to test my strength?”

“Now, feel despair!”

Ye Wuya flapped his wings violently, and the wind howled.

Countless pitch-black feathers turned into steel-like arrows, raining down on Chen Ran.

Every feather contained Demonic Qi capable of piercing through metal and stone.

Facing this arrogant clamor and the rain of arrows.

Chen Ran swung his blade to block, a fierce tiger appearing around him.

He collided with the rain of arrows.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

After several rounds of exchange.

Chen Ran's steps kept retreating until he carved a several-meter-long trench in the ground.

His surroundings were already a field of ruins.

Chen Ran loosened his grip on the long blade, a streak of bright red blood slowly flowing from the web of his hand.

Even his Glazed Golden Body had finally been breached under Ye Wuya's series of attacks.

“After the demonization, not only has his strength doubled, but his speed has as well. What a terrifying explosive technique.”

Chen Ran whispered in his heart, reaching a conclusion.

In his normal state.

It would be difficult to handle the opponent with his current strength.

No wonder he dared to take the title of Crow God; it wasn't just an empty name.

Crack.

Chen Ran threw the long blade to the ground. His muscles tensed, his wounds closed instantly, and the bleeding stopped.

Seeing Chen Ran discard the blade he relied on for survival, Ye Wuya sneered:

“It's too late to surrender now!”

Chen Ran tilted his neck slightly, letting out a crisp crack of bone.

“Transformation?”

“I can do that too.”

As the words fell.

Chen Ran pressed his palms together. A scarlet light flashed in the center and began to expand outward.

Boom!

A malice purer and deeper than Ye Wuya's erupted from within Chen Ran.

Terrifying pressure surged from the center like a tsunami.

Thump.

Thump.

His heartbeat throbbed like a war drum, each beat striking everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

Whoosh—!

The wind howled, accompanied by overwhelming pressure.

Lin Wan's body trembled, her hair disheveled. She plunged her long sword into the ground to steady herself.

“What on earth happened?”

In her memory, she had only seen Chen Ran falling into a disadvantage, followed by the scene before her eyes.

She struggled to open her eyes and look at the center of the battlefield.

Then, she saw an image she would never forget for the rest of her life.

Within the ruined palace, towering blood-colored Devilish Qi dyed the sky red, and a phantom of an enchanting red lotus bloomed.

The man's figure was tall and slender, his posture elegant.

Crimson Blood True Qi burned around Chen Ran's body.

This was the first time he had fully activated them since reaching Perfection in both the Blood Transformation Great Art and the Red Lotus Karmic Fire Scripture.

The Crimson Blood True Qi surged out of his body, turning into tangible blood-colored flames that enveloped him entirely.

The black feathers raining down from the sky were instantly incinerated into ash the moment they touched the layer of blood-colored flames.

They didn't even cause a ripple.

His black hair danced wildly in the blood-colored Qi.

Standing there, he looked like a demon god walking out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

That pure demonic might, carrying a suffocating pressure, directly overwhelmed Ye Wuya's Demonic Qi.

The temperature in the entire hall plummeted.

A thin layer of blood-colored frost even formed on the ground.

Li Mochuan's eyes widened, and even his breathing stopped.

“This... what kind of Cultivation Technique is this?”

The violence and slaughter contained within that blood Qi made this Six Doors veteran, who was accustomed to life and death, feel his Soul tremble.

This was definitely not a Righteous Path technique.

Even ordinary demonic cult techniques couldn't possibly possess such pure malice.

This was clearly a peerless Great Devil Head, a hundred times more terrifying than the leader of the Black Crow Cult!

In mid-air.

Ye Wuya's mad laughter came to an abrupt halt.

His scarlet eyes stared fixedly at Chen Ran, a flash of disbelief crossing them.

That blood-colored True Qi actually made him feel a trace of instinctive fear.

“Playing tricks!”

Ye Wuya roared, suppressing the trepidation in his heart.

He flapped his wings violently.

His massive body turned into a streak of black lightning, carrying world-destroying Demonic Qi as he lunged at Chen Ran.

“Die for me!”

“Thousand Crows Chaotic Burial!”

Claws tore through the air, letting out a piercing screech.

Five pitch-black claw marks sealed off all of Chen Ran's escape routes.

Chen Ran raised his right arm, Crimson Blood True Qi frantically gathering in his palm as he struck toward the other's head.

The extremely condensed True Qi scorched the surrounding air until it was distorted.

“Cloud-Turning Palm!”

Rumble!

The scarlet palm print and the black claws collided violently in mid-air.

Crack.

The crisp sound of bone shattering rang out.

Ye Wuya's proud, hard claws shattered inch by inch the moment they touched the palm.

Scales flew everywhere, and flesh exploded.

“What?!”

Fear finally appeared in Ye Wuya's eyes.

Too late.

Chen Ran's power did not diminish, crushing the claws with overwhelming force.

Its momentum remained unchecked.

It slammed heavily onto his head.

Bang!

An extremely dull, heavy thud.

Ye Wuya's massive body suddenly stiffened.

Immediately after.

His body, like a cannonball, shot backward.

Rumble!

Walls collapsed as Ye Wuya's body dragged along the ground, smashing through countless trees before disappearing from everyone's sight.

The aftershocks of the violent wind spread outward, completely leveling the surrounding ruins.

Inside the hall.

A deathly silence.

Everyone stood with their mouths agape, staring blankly at the scene.

One palm.

Just one palm.

A Fourth-rank Peak Half-demon monster had been forcefully blown apart.

Without even the slightest room for resistance.

Amidst the rain of blood.

Chen Ran slowly withdrew his palm.

He flicked the blood off his hand, his posture still calm and elegant.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping across the scene.

Being watched by those cold eyes.

Li Mochuan felt cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

Fortunately, that gaze was only momentary; the man did not pay much attention to them.

He simply picked up his long blade with one hand and made a move to leave.

Seeing this, Lin Wan finally couldn't help but ask.

“Who exactly are you?”

She had been investigating this person for months with slow progress, unable to find any specific leads.

If she let him leave again this time, her hopes would likely be even slimmer.

Before the blood-colored figure could turn around.

Li Mochuan's expression changed drastically.

He suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Lin Wan's shoulder, and pulled her back firmly.

“Constable Lin, watch your words!”

Li Mochuan lowered his voice, his tone carrying an unconcealable tremble.

His forehead was covered in cold sweat as he stared fearfully at the retreating figure.

He was terrified that Lin Wan's questioning would anger the other party.

That was a terrifying existence capable of blowing apart a Fourth-rank Peak Half-demon with a single palm strike!

Moreover, with that pure, extreme blood-colored Devilish Qi, he didn't look like someone from the Righteous Path at all.

If he got carried away with the killing and decided to wipe them out as well, they would truly die in vain.

Chen Ran ignored the commotion behind him.

Carrying his long blade in one hand, he stomped his foot down.

Boom!

A shallow pit exploded in the ground.

His figure turned into a blood-colored afterimage and instantly vanished into the vast night.

Not even a trace of his presence remained.

It wasn't until the suffocating pressure completely dissipated.

That the people in the hall finally felt a sense of relief.

Thud.

Several surviving Constables' legs went weak, and they collapsed onto the rubble-strewn ground.

They gasped for air in large gulps, as if they had just taken a walk through the gates of hell.

"I... I survived."

A young Constable's voice trembled, his hand gripping his blade still shaking uncontrollably.

"What kind of monster was that?"

"It was terrifying, that blood qi... I felt like I had been thrown into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood."

An older Constable swallowed hard and said with lingering fear:

"Which School's Devil Head has emerged?"

The group looked at each other, all in deep agreement.

That indifferent gaze that viewed all living beings as ants belonged to a Demonic Path titan who had surely slaughtered countless people.

Li Mochuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and exhaled a long breath of turbid qi.

"No matter who he is, at least he didn't attack us."

"That is already a stroke of luck."

Lin Wan gripped her longsword tightly, staring in the direction where Chen Ran had disappeared, a complex light flashing in the depths of her eyes.

A peerless Devil Head?

But why did she feel an indescribable sense of familiarity from that silhouette?

...

On the other side.

Chen Ran utilized his movement technique, weaving rapidly through the mountain forest.

He was extremely fast, like a ghost.

After confirming no one was following him, he stopped in front of a hidden cave.

He quickly stripped off his blood-stained Night Suit and changed into his ordinary Jailer uniform.

With a surge of internal force in his hand, he directly shattered the Night Suit and mask into powder.

Only after finishing all this did he let out a long sigh of relief.

"A Peak fourth-rank Half-demon is indeed a bit troublesome."

Chen Ran recalled the battle just now, silently evaluating it in his heart.

If he hadn't used the Blood Transformation Great Art and the Red Lotus Karmic Fire Scripture, it would have been difficult to kill Ye Wuya in a short time relying solely on conventional means.

After his yao transformation, Ye Wuya's strength, speed, and recovery had all received a terrifying boost.

"However, this battle was not without its gains."

Chen Ran sensed the faint life force deep within the forest.

He had held back slightly with that palm strike after all; that Black Crow Cult leader was still of use to him.

Once this person was locked in the cell and recorded by the heavenly book of prison suppression,

obtaining the subsequent rewards would only be a matter of time.

Chen Ran straightened his clothes, patted the dust off his body, and turned to speed toward the blockade line halfway up the mountain.

When he arrived at the blockade, the dozen or so Constables responsible for guarding were idly keeping watch.

Chen Ran did not hesitate.

His figure blurred, appearing behind them like a phantom.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Several muffled sounds rang out.

Before the dozen Constables could even react, they were struck precisely on the back of their necks and collapsed limply.

Chen Ran nodded with satisfaction.

He walked to a corner, found a comfortable position to lie down, closed his eyes, and began to feign unconsciousness.

...

The ruins at the mountain Peak.

"Don't just stand there!"

Li Mochuan forced himself to rally and shouted, "Go see if Ye Wuya is dead!"

Several Constables struggled to their feet and cautiously walked toward the ruins where Ye Wuya had fallen.

The ruins were filled with massive boulders and broken beams.

They exerted a tremendous amount of effort just to move a few large stones.

A moment later.

A startled cry came from the ruins.

"Lord Li, Constable Lin! He's still alive!"

Li Mochuan and Lin Wan stepped forward quickly.

They saw that Ye Wuya's massive Half-demon body had completely shriveled up.

Almost every bone in his body was shattered, his black wings were broken, and he lay slumped in the rubble like a pile of mud.

His chest was deeply sunken, leaving a shocking palm print.

He was taking in more air than he was letting out.

Clearly, he was on the brink of death.

"His life is certainly stubborn."

Li Mochuan snorted coldly, a trace of wariness flashing in his eyes.

To have taken such a terrifying blow and still have a breath left.

The vitality of this Half-demon was simply appalling.

He directly pulled out a pair of specially made Steel Heavy Shackles from his waist.

Clang.

The heavy shackles locked tightly onto Ye Wuya's collarbones, sealing off the residual Demonic Qi in his body.

"Take him away!"

Supporting each other, the group escorted the heavily injured Ye Wuya, walking haltingly down the mountain.

The night wind was slightly cool.

It blew away the thick scent of blood at the mountain Peak.

When they reached the blockade halfway down the mountain, they saw a bizarre scene.

The dozen or so Constables responsible for guarding the mountain were lying scattered on the ground.

There was no blood, and no signs of a struggle.

Everyone had fallen into a deep sleep.

"What happened?!"

Li Mochuan's expression darkened, and he suddenly drew the long blade at his waist, scanning the surroundings warily.

Could there be another ambush?

He stepped forward quickly to investigate.

"Their breathing is steady, pulses are normal; they've just been knocked out."

He breathed a sigh of relief and used his fingers to pinch the philtrum of several Constables forcefully.

"Hiss—"

Several Constables slowly woke up, looking around blankly.

"Lord Li? Constable Lin?"

"What happened? Why did you all faint?" Lin Wan asked with a frown.

A Constable rubbed his aching head, trying hard to remember.

"This subordinate isn't sure either."

"Just now, I felt a blur before my eyes, as if a dark shadow flashed by. Then my neck hurt, and I didn't know anything else."

A dark shadow?

Lin Wan and Li Mochuan exchanged a look, the same thought rising in their minds simultaneously.

It was that Devil Head!

Lin Wan's gaze swept through the crowd and suddenly fixed on a figure in the corner.

"Chen Ran, you were here the whole time. Did you see anything?" Lin Wan walked up,

staring intently into his eyes. She was still extremely confident in this subordinate of hers.

Chen Ran looked up: "Reporting to Constable Lin, this subordinate's strength is meager."

"Just now, I only felt a gust of wild wind blow past, my vision went dark, and I fainted along with everyone else."

"I didn't see anything clearly, but I vaguely smelled the scent of blood."

His tone was steady, with not a single flaw to be found.

Lin Wan's brow furrowed slightly, and she nodded faintly.

Chen Ran's strength was indeed meager; it was normal for him not to see the movements of such a powerful expert clearly.

Only...

Since that Devil Head had made a move to knock out the guarding Constables, why didn't he kill them?

With the brutal methods the opponent had displayed, killing these dozen people would have been a trivial matter.

Could it be that he wasn't the type of bloodthirsty person who slaughtered the innocent?

"Constable Lin, this is not a place to linger."

Li Mochuan interrupted Lin Wan's thoughts.

"The brothers are badly injured, and Ye Wuya could stop breathing at any moment."

"We must return to the capital as quickly as possible to report this matter."

Lin Wan withdrew her gaze and nodded.

"Alright, let's head back to the capital."

...

The sky was just beginning to brighten.

A touch of fish-belly white appeared in the east.

A battered group riding fast horses arrived outside the capital, covered in the dust of the road.

The city gates had just opened.

Seeing this group of Six Doors Constables covered in blood and radiating Killing Intent, the soldiers guarding the city were so frightened they quickly cleared the way.

Along the way.

Lin Wan's state of mind seemed a bit off.

She sat on her horse with a deep frown, her mind completely elsewhere.

In her mind, the scene that had occurred in the mountain Peak hall replayed constantly.

That overwhelming blood-colored Devilish Qi.

That palm strike that crushed everything in its path.

And that indifferent, proud silhouette.

All of this was deeply etched into her mind, impossible to shake off.

"Constable Lin."

When they reached the Six Doors yamen, Li Mochuan dismounted and cupped his fists.

"Ye Wuya's identity is special, and he has turned into this Half-demon appearance. I must personally escort him to the Demon Suppression Division Prison."

"This matter is of great importance; I must immediately report to the higher-ups."

"You are injured, go back and rest first."

Lin Wan opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but ultimately swallowed it back.

She knew Li Mochuan was right.

Ye Wuya's involvement with demons had already exceeded the scope of what Six Doors could handle independently.

The Demon Suppression Division had to intervene.

"Alright, Lord Li, you've worked hard."

Lin Wan nodded helplessly and led her horse toward her residence.

As the accompanying adjutant, Chen Ran naturally followed her back.

The two walked side by side on the early morning streets.

The shops on both sides of the street were just opening, and steam rose from the bun shops, carrying a thick sense of mundane daily life.

It formed a sharp contrast with the blood and wind of the previous night.

"Chen Ran."

Lin Wan suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

"This subordinate is here." Chen Ran followed half a step behind, his tone respectful.

"Why do you think Ye Wuya turned into that appearance?"

Lin Wan stopped and turned to look at him.

Chen Ran's expression was calm as he shook his head.

"This subordinate does not know."

Along the way, he had naturally heard the others recount the events. Hearing his own battle achievements from a third-person perspective felt quite strange.

Lin Wan sighed, thinking of everything that had happened; she only felt a headache.

"Yao transformation..."