226: Chapter 226 The Mischievous Demon King, Brother, I Was Wrong

"That voice came from behind the collapsed stone pillar, extremely weak."

"Chu Sheng followed the sound, walked around the broken half of the stone pillar, and saw a person."

"To be precise, it was something that used to be a person."

"He was leaning against the wall, his body tattered, armor shattered, and the exposed skin was covered in cracks."

"Black blood seeped out from the cracks, dripping onto the ground with a sizzling sound."

"His left arm was gone, and there were charred marks at the stump."

"His right leg was twisted at an impossible angle from the knee down."

"His face was still relatively intact, but his complexion was as pale as paper, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, his lips were chapped, and his muddy eyes were bloodshot."

"He had the cultivation of a Devil King, but his aura was as weak as a Spirit Spring."

"Chu Sheng scanned him; Early Stage Palace Building, but his current state couldn't even defeat a Sea Opening."

"The devil saw Chu Sheng, and a glimmer of light flashed in his muddy eyes."

"He struggled to sit up straight, but his body wouldn't obey him; he grimaced in pain after just moving a little."

"He took a few breaths and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying."

""Little... Little Brother... Do you recognize me? I am the World-Mixing Devil King, from the Wanmo Hall.""

"Chu Sheng nodded, "I've heard a little.""

He wasn't lying.

He had mixed in the Demon Realm in his last simulation and had heard this name.

World-Mixing Devil King, the lowest-ranked Devil King in the Wanmo Hall, had reached the Dao Palace realm twenty years ago, Early Stage Palace Building.

His strength was at the bottom among Devil Kings, and his combat power wasn't even as good as a few top Peak of Sea Opening Realm Devil Generals combined.

In the simulation, he hadn't even bothered to look at this devil straight.

"The World-Mixing Devil King's eyes lit up."

"He stretched out his hand, the one that was still there, his fingers trembling."

""Little Brother, save me. I will give you whatever you want.""

""I am a Devil King, Spirit Stones, Cultivation Techniques, Magic Treasures, women, I have everything.""

""I can let you pick whatever you want from the treasure vault of the Wanmo Hall.""

"His voice became increasingly rapid and sincere."

"Chu Sheng showed an expression of being tempted, his eyes widened slightly, and he pursed his lips as if suppressing excitement."

"He took a step forward, squatted down, and reached out to help the World-Mixing Devil King."

""Senior, is what you said true?""

"The World-Mixing Devil King nodded repeatedly, his smile widening, revealing teeth stained red with blood."

""True, true, all true, truer than pearls. If you save me, my life will be yours. Would I lie to you?""

"Chu Sheng reached out and held the World-Mixing Devil King's shoulder."

"Then the World-Mixing Devil King moved."

"His body suddenly tensed like a drawn bow."

"That remaining hand suddenly grabbed Chu Sheng's wrist with astonishing strength."

"His eyes changed from muddy to blood-red, and Chu Sheng's face was reflected in his pupils."

"The expression on that face was not gratitude, but Greed."

"A huge suction force surged from his body like an invisible hand, trying to drag Chu Sheng's Divine Soul away."

"Possession?"

"Chu Sheng did not dodge, nor did he struggle."

"He deliberately restrained his Devilish Qi, making himself look like he was in the Spirit Sea stage."

"If the World-Mixing Devil King hadn't been injured, he might have noticed something was wrong, but now, how could he care about that?"

"A Devil King at the Early Stage of Palace Building, beaten into this state in the Reverse Demon Tower."

"Seeing a small Cultivator passing by, his first reaction wasn't to ask for help, but to offer benefits, draw a big picture, and say nice things—this was too abnormal."

"A normal Devil King in such a desperate situation would either wait for death in despair or fight to the death, but they wouldn't smile so brilliantly."

"Unless he had other motives."

"Possession was the most reasonable explanation."

"He couldn't find a suitable Physical Body in the Reverse Demon Tower; he had been trapped here for a long time, and a living person finally came in with cultivation that wasn't too high or too low, just right for Possession."

"The moment the World-Mixing Devil King grabbed his wrist, the Heavenly Demon Body in Chu Sheng's body automatically activated, and Devilish Qi surged out like a tide, firmly blocking the World-Mixing Devil King's Divine Soul attack on the outside."

"That suction force hit the Devilish Qi of the Heavenly Demon Body like a water droplet hitting a stone, shattering everywhere."

"Chu Sheng grabbed the World-Mixing Devil King's wrist back and squeezed gently."

"Crack."

"The wrist bone shattered."

"The World-Mixing Devil King let out a scream, his body twitching as if electrocuted."

"Chu Sheng didn't let go; black Devilish Qi surged from his palm, spreading along the World-Mixing Devil King's arm to his shoulder, chest, and whole body, like chains, binding him tightly."

"The World-Mixing Devil King's pupils contracted violently."

"He stared at the black, shining Devilish Qi in Chu Sheng's palm, his voice trembling."

""Heavenly... Heavenly Demon Body?""

""Brother, I was wrong.""

"Chu Sheng didn't answer, just smiled and reached out to press his head against the wall."

"The force was neither heavy nor light, just enough to make the World-Mixing Devil King's back of the head hit the stone wall with a dull thud."

"The World-Mixing Devil King saw stars from the pain, but his attention wasn't on the pain; he was terrified."

"Heavenly Demon Body, seven Legacies, the Legacy of the Heavenly Demon Ancestor."

"A Devil King at the Early Stage of Palace Building had no right to even resist in front of the Heavenly Demon Body."

"The World-Mixing Devil King's face turned from pale to ashen."

"He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he only let out a few confused whimpers."

"Chu Sheng looked down at him and asked a question."

""Who beat you into this state?""

"A flash of fear crossed the World-Mixing Devil King's eyes—not fear of Chu Sheng, but fear of the person who beat him."

"His lips trembled for a long time before he squeezed out a few words."

""Called... Yu Rumeng.""

"Chu Sheng's brows furrowed."

"Yu Rumeng, Succubus, Mid-stage Palace Building, cultivates the Dao of Divine Soul and Dreams."

"It wouldn't be difficult for her to beat a Devil King at the Early Stage of Palace Building into this state."

"But most of a Succubus's attack methods were Divine Soul attacks, and the injuries on the World-Mixing Devil King were clearly physical attacks."

"Broken arm, twisted leg, charred wounds; this didn't look like a Succubus's methods."

"Chu Sheng let go, stood up, and patted the dust off his body."

"The World-Mixing Devil King lay on the ground, trembling all over, not daring to move or speak."

"Chu Sheng didn't look at him again and turned to walk toward the stairs to the sixth floor."

"He didn't have time to deal with this guy; let him fend for himself."

"After walking a few steps, he turned back and said."

""You wait here. When I finish my business and come back, I'll consider how to deal with you.""

"The World-Mixing Devil King nodded repeatedly, his face full of fawning smiles."

"Chu Sheng didn't look back."

"He walked up the stairs, his footsteps echoing in the empty fifth floor."

"Yu Rumeng was on the sixth floor, along with two other Devil Kings."

"He didn't know what happened above, but he knew he had to be fast."

"The World-Mixing Devil King lay in the ruins, watching his back disappear into the darkness, his lips trembling, and with a bit of schadenfreude, he whispered."

""Yu Rumeng... you shouldn't have provoked anyone, daring to snatch our Legacy, and now a Heavenly Demon Body has come; you're done for.""

"Chu Sheng's footsteps paused."