209: The new demon king is born to kill the king and seize the throne

A lone wolf, attending a banquet of death!

Zhonglou’s short sentence contained endless 霸气 and confidence, making everyone who heard it feel a surge of hot blood.

Knowing there are tigers on the mountain, yet still heading towards them!

What kind of courage does that require!

Cheng Yaojin’s face turned red with excitement, his ox-like eyes wide and round, muttering non-stop: “Good! Good! Good! He’s a true man! A real, upright man!”

He seemed to already see the scene: an arrogant figure, alone, walking towards the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, filled with 殺機 and conspiracy, to challenge an ancient emperor who had ruled the Demon Realm for a hundred thousand years!

What kind of heroic spirit is that!

Even Qin Qiong, usually so calm, was breathing rapidly and clenching his fists.

He was also a martial general; he could understand that kind of unwavering determination, knowing the road ahead was perilous, yet charging forward for the beliefs and honor in his heart!

“This…”

In the Shu Mountain camp, a young Disciple couldn’t help but speak, his voice filled with shock, “This Devil King… he… he’s simply…”

He thought for a long time but couldn’t come up with a suitable word to describe him.

“Simply like a peerless swordsman, challenging the entire Jianghu alone.”

Beside him, another Disciple spoke it out for him.

As soon as these words were uttered, they immediately resonated with all the Shu Mountain Disciples.

Yes!

If they looked at Zhonglou, setting aside his “Devil” identity, weren’t his actions exactly what these cultivators pursued—that invincible demeanor of having a sword in hand and the world at their command?

At this moment, their fear of Zhonglou had quietly transformed into a complex and ineffable… yearning.

Daoist Qingwei looked at the eyes of his Disciples, his heart a mix of emotions.

He knew it was over.

The Dao Heart of his Disciples had been completely led astray by this Devil Head.

But what could he say?

Even he, upon hearing Zhonglou’s story, couldn’t help but feel his heart stir.

Perhaps… a very bold thought surfaced in Daoist Qingwei’s mind for the first time.

Perhaps the Dao that Shu Mountain had upheld for thousands of years was truly outdated?

Above the city gate, Li Chengqian looked at Zhonglou’s high-spirited Battle Intent and nodded in satisfaction.

“Very good, you have some of my demeanor from back then.”

He commented lightly.

This pretense was just right; it affirmed Zhonglou’s courage while subtly elevating himself to a higher position.

Upon hearing Li Chengqian’s praise, Zhonglou became even more excited, his Devilish Qi surging as if he had been injected with a stimulant.

To receive the Great Emperor’s approval was more exhilarating for him than defeating ten thousand Devil Emperors!

“Thank you for the Great Emperor’s praise!”

He forcefully suppressed the excitement in his heart and continued his narration.

“The moment I stepped into the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, I felt that at least ten Devil Kings had their Aura firmly locked onto me.”

“That ancient Devil Emperor sat high on his throne, forged from countless divine and demonic skeletons, looking at me with eyes that saw me as a dead man.”

“He didn’t even bother with any hypocritical opening remarks, directly sentencing me to death.”

“He said I was ambitious, harmed my own kind, disrupted the order of the Demon Realm, and was the greatest cancer of the Demon Realm; today, he would act on behalf of the heavens and completely eradicate me.”

Zhonglou sneered dismissively at this point.

“Ridiculous. In the Demon Realm, what ‘acting on behalf of the heavens’ are you talking about? He was just afraid.”

“Afraid that I would take everything from him.”

“With his command, the Devil Kings who had been lying in ambush simultaneously launched their attacks on me.”

“That battle was the most perilous I had ever experienced in my life.”

“More than ten Devil Kings, each a hegemon of their own region, each possessing their ultimate life-saving Divine Ability.”

“They joined forces, sealing the space-time of the entire Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, and various Law attacks and Demonic Path secret arts poured down on me like a furious storm.”

“The entire Hall of Ten Thousand Demons trembled violently under their power, as if it could collapse at any moment.”

“I was trapped in the center, like a small boat in a raging storm, liable to be completely torn apart at any moment.”

Zhonglou’s description made everyone’s hearts clench.

What a desperate situation that must have been!

One against ten!

Moreover, every enemy was a top-tier expert of the same level as himself!

This was simply a death trap!

“However, they miscalculated one thing.”

Zhonglou’s tone suddenly shifted, and a terrifying glint burst from his flame-burning eyes!

“They thought my greatest strength was my power.”

“But they didn’t know that my true strength lay in my never-say-die… Battle Intent, tempered countless times from a sea of blood!”

“The more desperate the situation, the more excited I became!”

“The stronger the enemy, the more it could unleash my deepest potential!”

“Amidst their world-destroying attacks, I experienced a Breakthrough!”

“Boom—!”

As if to confirm his words, a terrifying Aura surged from Zhonglou’s body, soaring into the sky!

That Aura was no longer merely Devilish Qi, but rather a supreme will, transcending all Law, a will of absolute dominance!

“I comprehended my own Dao!”

“I melted the thousands of different Demonic Path Laws I had devoured into one furnace, creating my own strongest Divine Ability, unique to Zhonglou—”

“Devil King Zhonglou!”

“I transformed into a ten-thousand-foot Devil God, and with just one punch, I completely shattered the space-time blockade they had jointly set up!”

“Those arrogant Devil Kings were like a bunch of chickens and dogs before me, utterly vulnerable!”

“I slaughtered my way through the entire Hall of Ten Thousand Demons!”

“I pulled their Devil Souls out of their bodies, one by one, alive, and then devoured them all in front of that ancient Devil Emperor!”

“After I devoured the last Devil King, only he and I remained in the entire Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.”

“At that time, the expression on his face, I still remember it to this day.”

“It wasn’t anger, nor was it fear.”

“It was a complete, utter bewilderment.”

“He couldn’t understand why his power, which he had cultivated for a hundred thousand years, and his seemingly foolproof plan, would be so vulnerable before me.”

“I walked to his throne, looked at him, and said one sentence.”

“‘Your era is over.’”

“Then, in front of him, I sat on the other throne beside his.”

“He didn’t resist, nor did he beg for mercy. He just watched me silently, and then his body turned into dust, dissipating into the air.”

“He wasn’t killed by me.”

“He was killed by his own Dao.”

“When everything he believed in was destroyed by me, his existence lost its meaning.”

“From that day on, there was no longer a Devil Emperor in the Demon Realm.”

“Only the Devil King, Zhonglou!”

The story was finished.

Inside and outside the Vermillion Bird Gate, there was a deathly silence.

Everyone was still immersed in that thrilling and magnificent battle of regicide, unable to recover for a long time.

They felt as if they had personally witnessed the birth of a new era.

A bloody and tyrannical era belonging to “Devil King Zhonglou”!